Fantasy Romance
His kind did not have daughters. It was part of his father’s curse.
But Asche was certain, and she had never been wrong.
His queen had a daughter with his father’s chosen.
It should be impossible, and yet…
He still had a chance.
For a queen. A mate. A chance not to spend eternity alone.
Korvar’s failure… was not such a failure.
His queen had escaped him, yes, and mated with a man blessed by his father. Not just blessed, chosen.
Now she had… a daughter.
It was impossible.
Asche would not have come if it were not important.
And while his father had defeated him again, he would not wear his shame for others.
He was far too proud for that.
He would hear her words.
Asche knelt before him, her forehead pressed to the stone of his throne room.
He did not want to hear her words. Did not want to hear any words.
But Mor would never come for him.
Not for many more millennium.
Chaos reigned in Oskelez again.
He didn’t bother to rein in even the worst abuses.
Let them die. Pollute the land and air so their kind could never walk here again.
He no longer cared about even that.
He slumped in his throne.
Korvar was dead. His retainer gone.
She was gone. Worse than gone.
She was in the one place he couldn’t reach her. The one place so blessed by his father that it burned to walk there.
He roared, but there was no power in it.
His father had won. Again.