Larissia cried oh, my love. He glanced up at her window, meeting her eyes, but what she saw there chilled her. What did that expression mean? It's your fault I'm going to my death?
At the sound of trumpets, Deblen strode from the palace. Dressed in magnificent Guorn blue, he looked like the king himself.
Larissia balled his fists. The traitor. If only those people down there knew. He was the Korghas heir. He had hidden magic much stronger than hers. Soon it would be all over the land.
A wave of panic came over her. She had to flee, before he came back upstairs, before she gave birth to Luso's child, before Deblen had a chance to kill both of them.
But she remained, transfixed by the horror about to take place, at the window. A spasm tightened her belly, but she ignored it.
In a window
