“Will you do as the rebel demands?” Magnus now asked the king. He and his father were in Lucia’s chambers, standing on either side of her bed, the sleeping princess between them. “No. I need my road finished, and soon. It will stop for nothing, especially not the demands of a rebel.” Magnus’s gaze snapped to the king. “Then he’ll kill her.” A nod. “Most likely.” Even for the king, this utter lack of emotion was surprising, at least until Magnus realized that this played well into his father’s plans. Such an end for Cleo would gain him great sympathy from the Auranian citizens. And it would
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