“Your father took it off my person when he captured me.” “It was yours?” “Not truly. It belongs to my anoaley. My mate. Years before Valtaris fell, a messenger reached my parents. Around his neck, he wore the pendant, stained red from his blood. Something or someone must have attacked him or his unkindness on his way to our city,” he said. “It is of the girl destined for the younger prince,
