“Or perhaps in a kingdom where balance is the only constant, he simply sought to cheat the scales. He stole the throne from an infected King. And now his lineage strives to kill anyone with enough magic to take it back.” A chill crept over me. “Is that what happened? Rowan stole the throne from the Shepherd King?” Filick’s eyes found me again, his furrow easing. “Of course, this is all just theory, Miss Spindle. A story.” But it wasn’t. Not for me. “What happened to the Shepherd King?” “He died. How, I cannot say.”
