Chapter Eighteen
An angry cry rose within the castle as the messenger, Lorio, slipped into the shadows to watch. There was a painful shouting match, vile threats and at last the truth in its naked glory spewed bitterly from foolhardy womanly lips. “I did this for you, Reynard!” she shouted angrily at him.
“You had Nor murdered?”
“I saw to it that you had the throne you deserve.” She sank to her knees at his feet reaching for his hands.
He pushed her hands away. “You saw to your own lust for power, you evil slave, and ruined the house of Illusia.”
She sobbed at his feet but he wasn’t swayed.
In the end the b***h was branded as an outcast slave and sold to a band of tradesmen passing through heading to the east. Her heart and soul would be hunted by the best marksmen of Illusia should
