“It’s a lovely but sad story,” I said softly, “but did the wraith king truly kill himself over his mizrah? In real life, I mean.” I couldn’t imagine a wraith king grieving so much over a concubine. Goll finally shifted to stand beside me, a furrowed vee between his brow. “Why would he not?” Confused, since Goll himself had told me that a mizrah’s purpose was nothing more than to bear the king’s heir and would be one of many lovers to the king, I turned away.
