And he’d caught it.
One emotion radiated through the bond now.
Betrayal.
Did she have a hand in the curse? If not, how had she escaped it?
Everyone had thought she’d died. The king had grieved and then damned the kingdom, blaming it all on his son for leaving.
Whatever the reason, she was here now. She’d hidden from her people, but now she stood before them, regal, as though she’d never left.
We’d finally released ourselves of the curse, only to be confronted with old haunts. Haunts who still commanded loyalty in the court, not to mention the villages. Haunts who could make my life hell. All of our lives hell. Because she was still technically the queen, in charge of this kingdom we’d just freed.
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