Calum, his voice distant, adds, “And that is not the only royal you have killed.” My eyes dart to his. “What are you talking about?” He opens his mouth quickly, folding stiff arms behind his back. “A piece of Kitt died that day, did it not?” Gesturing in the direction of the west tower, he adds solemnly, “Along with the king’s wife, now sick with grief.”
well who tf asked you bruh
