Alaric
“I can’t take that risk, Frite.” I slammed my fist into the bedside table, splintering the wood slightly as the sound echoed through the room like thunder. “It’s too expensive. If she rejects us, we’re doomed.”
The words hung heavy, undeniable.
“I’ve spent my life searching for her,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I don’t have a kid. If we die because we couldn’t mark her before my thirty-first birthday, that would be the end of the Knight bloodline. And then all the sacrifices I've made, all the battles I’ve fought and won, and the formidable kingdom I’ve built; all of it would be for nothing.”
The image formed vividly in my mind before I could stop it—Silvermist without me.
I could already see it.
The minute I died, Silvermist would crumble. The power vacuum would unleash c
