Chapter Fourteen
Griffin followed Myles to his wife’s throne room. What a strange thought that was. Myles Merrick. A human of little importance was now the king of Fargelsi—a title Griffin once aspired to. One he thought was owed to him as the son of a king. Nephew of a king. Brother of a king. It was in his blood.
But ten years in a prison realm had chased away all ambition. In Griffin O’Shea’s world, the most he aspired to was his next meal. A safe place to sleep at night. And a better future for the boy who was as much a son to him as any born of his flesh. He was not that man anymore. At least he hoped not.
“Wait here.” Myles nodded as he approached the queen, busy in a meeting with her nobles. They sat around a table together, the queen’s throne across the room on a raised dais—see
