Killing the king was never supposed to be this easy.
But the stars must have aligned in my favor tonight, because here I stood, my gaze locked with his one remaining eye burning with defiance as he clutched the wound in his side. The scent of iron and magic hung thick in the air, the castle’s ancient stones humming with forgotten power.
My madness had finally caught up to me.
I stepped closer, my boots silent against the bloodstained marble. The hatred in his stare was bright, but the ache in my chest was greater.
"I know they trained you never to answer me," I whispered, my voice raw. "But for once in your wretched life, forget your pride. Tell me what I need to know."
He laughed, a wet, broken sound. "You’ll kill me regardless."