“He wouldn’t have killed his heir.” “You are only his heir in name. You aren’t his heir by blood.” The air seemed to flash-freeze over the table. Nyfain’s lifted his gaze to hers slowly, his profound confusion evident. “I beg your pardon?” he finally said. She took a deep breath. “The king’s animosity toward you probably stemmed from many things, but one thing in particular. The king knew he was not your father.”
