Ch 63: The Proposal Of A King

It wasn’t long after Astasha had settled on the bed and meticulously checked every piece of meat and cheese for poison, that she heard voices outside the tent.

The conversation between Talib and Calder was short and tepid, very unlike the two. The enemy would have quick work in dividing and conquering them if they did most of it themselves. The thought made Tasha sigh with resignation as she realized this stubborn and haughty approach would do nothing to help her win this fight, with Cal or the Dark Mage.

It wasn’t that she was angry with her Prince for making the decision he made. It was that he felt he had to make it at all. She was heartbroken for him, for them.

Her anger was designated for all those who had brought him to that conclusion, who had led them to the position they now found themselves in; the High Council, those who had made the laws that governed their love and those who refused to see outside them, her grandmother, and father, the demon, and most of all, the dar