“Gods.” I signed the Eight, circling my hand around my face and around my heart. I doubted the Eight gods were listening, but if Ama, Oda, and their six children had a hint of divine intervention to spare, I’d take it. “Odessa is to be my wife.” Banner stomped a boot on the floor. “You heard the High Priest.” Father tore the crown from his head and dragged a fair hand through his golden hair. The strands at his temples appeared more ashen than they had before this debacle. People called him the Gold King.
Okay stomping isn’t fixing anything
