Axel McKee’s POV
The carriage rattled through the cobblestone streets of the Healing Kingdom, the flicker of torchlight casting long shadows against the buildings. I glanced out the window, watching the flicker of life in the distance. Lowborn fae and pixies moved in droves, their heads bowed, their expressions resigned. Beneath the grandeur of the Healing Kingdom’s towers and the opulence of its royal court, the truth was a rot that ran deep. The people were suffering, and those who ruled this kingdom had turned a blind eye.
But not me. I had plans. And those plans would see to it that the crown stayed where it belonged—far from the hands of my bastard son, Benson.
The thought of him made my jaw clench. I leaned back in the velvet seat, running a hand through my golden hair. Benson. Th
