CHAPTER FIFTEEN
There was only a void of blackness where his pupils should have been, and I was reminded of some demon from hell as we were marched up to the throne. Those eyes never blinked as we crossed the long gap and stopped before him. A smile curled onto his lips as those black orbs flickered over us. “You have brought me a pair of great gifts this day, have you not, Sigrath?”
Sigrath bowed low to his king. “I have, Your Highness. These two were foolish enough to venture into the dungeons in an attempt to free the prisoner, as you predicted.”
King Corvinus studied Ros for a long moment with a look of bemusement on his face. “The prince of Hadrian is nothing if not loyal to his subjects.”
My eyes widened and I whipped my head to Ros who stood beside me. His expression was
