Epilogue
In a secure location aboard her battleship, Queen Raya watched the captain of her guard approach. He was massive. Scarred. Cruel.
He was her favorite, both in battle and in bed.
“My queen, the ambassador has arrived.”
“Bring them to me.”
“Yes, my queen.” The large warrior bowed and left her in peace.
The throne room was quiet. Her heart was not.
The Dark Fleet had proven themselves to be cowards, running because they’d lost three ships.
Three.
Raya had lost thousands.
