The world around me blurred as I stumbled away from the kitchen, my mind reeling from how hard the betrayal hit me.
Rosalind's tearful confession and Aldric's smug face plagued my thoughts, stoking a fire of rage I'd never known I was capable of feeling. I found myself in the armory, surrounded by the glint of steel and the musty scent of old leather.
I wasn't going to run away, no, not this time.
All my life I've run whenever it involved Aldric, the special crown prince who's will cannot be defied.
Who's choices can never be questioned.
He f****d my wife…for all I know he's still f*****g her but– that wasn't what hurt me.
It was…my boys.
Not mine, not really.
My hand closed around the hilt of a sword - not just any sword, but the ceremonial blade passed down through generati
