he’d left out the most important details. 42 Details like how he’d paid for these crimes first by having to watch the murder of his wife, his soul, his beloved. How he’d watched Annora tied to the stake and burned to death. And then he’d been killed too—at least, in a way he had. A sword had been decisively slashed through his heart, his blood had spilled in great pools, staining the palace courtyard. His heart had stopped beating.
