I make my way into my room, my hand still firmly wrapped around Lemuel’s. Am I a horrible person for wishing that the person behind these attacks was after my father? It’s not that I wish him hurt or harmed, even though he is a bigot, it’s that I know he can handle himself. You don’t get to be King by resting on your laurels. But I just found Lemuel. I’ve waited nearly a century to find him and now that I have, someone wants to take him from me. He may be immortal but he’s not unkillable and he has no way to defend or protect himself, and now he doesn’t even have my guards… my guards…
Tears fill my eyes as the image of Andromeda’s severed head flashes before my eyes. Her pale lifeless skin and the blood… there was so much blood. I’ve never seen so much blood before. I drop Lemuel’s hand a
