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“Growing up among the Royals and other Ascended, I

learned from a very young age that every friendship and

acquaintance, every party or dinner a person was invited to

or hosted, and every marriage ordained by the King and

Queen were all power moves. Each choice and decision was

based on how one could either retain power or influence or

gain it. I don’t think that is a trait just to the Ascended. I saw

it among the wealthy mortals. I saw it among the Royal

Guards. I doubt the wolven or Atlantians are different.”

“Some are not,” Alastir confirmed.

“You believe I’m a threat because of the blood I carry,

and because of what I can do. But you haven’t even given

me a chance to prove that I am not just the sum of what my

ancestors did. You can choose to judge me based on what

I’ve done to defend myself and those I love, but I do not

regret my actions,” I told him. “You may not be able to feel

the Primal notam, but if you planned for Casteel to marry

your great-niece to bring the wolven and the Atlantians

together, then I can’t see why you wouldn’t support this

union. Give it a chance to strengthen the Crown and

Atlantia. But that’s not all you want, is it?”

His nostrils flared as he continued staring at me.

“Casteel’s father wants retribution, just as you do.

Right? For what they did to your daughter. But Casteel

doesn’t want war. You know that. He’s trying to save lives

even as he gains land. Just like he did with Spessa’s End.”

That was what Casteel had planned. We would negotiate

for land and the release of Prince Malik. I would find my

brother and deal with what he may or may not have turned

into. King Jalara and Queen Ileana wouldn’t remain on the

throne, not even if they agreed to everything Casteel set

before them. They couldn’t. He would kill them for what

they’d subjected his brother and him to. Strangely, the idea

of that no longer made me squirm with conflict. It was still

hard to reconcile the Queen who’d cared for me after my

parents died with the one who had tortured Casteel and

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