“Tell Princess Airlie that her husband will live. I dug the poison arrows out of his chest myself, my magic weaving around him as it wove around his son. A filthy witch helping another high-fae prince, even at great personal cost, because none of the high fae have ever given a blessed Fates-fuck about the innocent witches of this kingdom. Kharl Balzog’s deceptions only swayed the weakest from our path—the rest wanted nothing to do with his madness. I know my role in honoring this land, do any of you?”
Yes Rooke. Get mad!
