Syzarion Rhal, the supreme alpha and king.
His name alone caused shudders in its wake; his temperament was that of a beast one could never predict. He was the cold, ruthless king and yet the savior of Sorgale.
His people feared and respected him, loved and worshiped him; he had won the war and freed his people from torment.
And yet, the emerald eyes and blonde hair of his blood-enemies daughter still tormented his thoughts. He had her in his palms already, so why?
He couldn’t help but question his own sanity as he got dressed with the help of a maid, his attire adorned with the royal gold Sigil and cuffs and a dark cape. As he stood, his reflection showed another presence that walked behind him.
He looked over to see Nyssa, her head bowed with a smile on her face as she muttered with
