“Your King left you here for us. You would call it an opportunity. I call it a gift.” I purse my lips. “Maybe even a peace offering. But, unlike you, I won’t be squandering it.” The rage simmering under my skin bubbles to the surface. I stop at the head of the tomb, and grab William from behind. “This is for hurting my Princess.” He grunts, but the following cry is lost when I slash the jagged blade from one side to the other. Blood sprays, but the action feels better than any fucking release in my life. “This is for my son, the true Baron heir.” I plunge the blade straight into his heart. I
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