“I saw what happened that night. I saw who killed her.” Dacre’s breath hitched, and he took the smallest step back as if he had been hit. Eiran glanced back at his father once before his voice cracked. “It wasn’t the king.” A murmur rippled through the room, and Dacre’s father took a slow step forward, his expression darkening. “Careful with your next words, boy.” Eiran’s gaze snapped to him, and for the first time, I saw it. The raw fury barely held in check, the guilt that was eating him alive. “I watched your wife die,” Eiran whispered. “And I watched my father stand beside you all these
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