CHAPTER 24

The doors of the throne room opened as derora stepped in. She had returned the prince to Marxis the day before, now was time for the mage to fulfil his part of the deal. Not that she would not kill him in the end, marxis was too cunning a threat to be left alive, but derora needed to make sure no one found the parchment ever again. The useless piece of paper contained the only thing that could serve as her death,

It had the last piece of her soul.

Derora had once been a living being, a human warrior bordering the wastelands to the north of the loup de sang territories, not much people knew that piece of history, and she preferred to keep it that way. If any other creature could get their hands on it, it could spell her doom and she for one would like