Vealor had spent the last few days confined to his home, unable to stop thinking about everything Elara had told him.
It was like a drug. Or should he say it was a spell?
He couldn't stop thinking about it, and the more he thought about her words, the more he desired what she had offered him. The possibility had planted itself deep inside his mind, and no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, it kept returning.
The throne. Power.
A future where he could have everything he had once believed was beyond his reach.
It consumed him.
Then one of his trusted men came to tell him about the rumor surrounding the king and a girl named Cilia.
Vealor wasn't sure he had ever heard that name in his life. No matter how hard the man tried to describe her, he still couldn't place her.
But he did hear that her father was Nikolai.
At some point, Vealor found himself wondering when Nikolai had gotten a daughter and why he had never heard about her.
