Healer to the Ash King (Dark Rulers, #5)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

So I look the Ash King right in the eyes, and I say, “You are a dreadful singer. You can’t carry a tune. You can’t hold the notes properly. There are children in my village who have better breath control. It’s too bad, because your speaking voice is so nice. But you can’t sing.”

“I need words, kitten,” he says softly. “Because if you do not want a throne, I might leave mine for you.”