“You would do that for me?” Grim asked, gripping her hand tighter. It was foolish, caring for other players in a game as cruel as the Centennial. But she couldn’t help how she felt. “Yes. And you’re going to have to help me too. I might need some of your power to save my realm. I—” “I’ll give you anything,” he said immediately. “Anything you need. Anything of mine. It’s yours.” She smiled.
