a P

t of her leather armor. It was the box I used to keep my mother's je

the box and handed

ng quietly on a velvet cushion, lay a stack

ting was wild and aggressive. Without

the opening lines. His ex

He continued reading, reciting paragraphs filled with flowery promises. Then, his voice turned incredibly

fling. This was a conspi

y. "Your Majesty," he reminded in a

His already ashen face now transformed into pure, una

pting my father's loyalty, he was conspiring

ore his rebirth, he lunged forward, his eyes filled with a terrifying mix of despair and madness.

the frantic ravings of a guilty man. But to me, those words sen

sed their spears against the

led the letters into the air. The pieces of paper fluttered do

aughingstock in front of all the noble packs

e couldn't figure out how Kristine had gotten her hands on these letter

s right before your eyes. I now request the r

s going to drag her out into the sunlight a

is voice trembling with rage.