Chapter Twenty-Two
Brea
Brea sat in the palace gardens—what was left of them—watching her husband stack wood to make a pyre for his surrogate mother. The only family he thought he’d ever had. A ring of soldiers stood guard over the prisoner, but Brea wasn’t sure they could hold him if Griffin really wanted to escape.
The marriage bond wanted to free him, but the logical side of her mind knew his crimes were too great. He would have to pay for his ambition. His treason. But it still made her sad to think of him locked in a cold dark cell in Iskalt when he could have been so much more if he’d chosen his true family over the woman who’d lied and manipulated him his whole life.
Griffin laid his mother across the pyre, his face white with the shock of her death.
Brea felt an odd sense of s
