“Some say the mad king wears the crown, but I’m convinced he doesn’t exist.” Stefan snorted. “How do you explain the royal house then, Cal?” “A place where the sleepy council meets and pretends we have a throne.” She nodded as if she’d proved her point. “They don’t want trouble from the other kingdoms, you see. So they keep spouting off legends of our vicious mad king who’s lived for centuries longer than anyone else.”
