“The queen you ordered me to kill,” the assassin said, voice steady despite the cold coiling in his chest. “She held your son. Your heir. If I’d thrown the knife, the child would have bled out beside her.”
The king’s assassin knelt on the marble, blood dripping from his knuckles. Above him, on a throne of obsidian and bone, sat the Dark King—Lysander the Unmaker, whose name was forbidden in every prayer across the six kingdoms. El Rey Oscuro Cs Pacat Pdf
The assassin’s breath hitched.
The assassin met his gaze. “It’s treason either way.” “The queen you ordered me to kill,” the
“So now,” the king continued, smile sharp as a blade’s edge, “you’ve either given me a weapon… or made yourself my enemy. Which is it?” ” the assassin said