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CHAPTER 19

Detok growled as he struggled in the stone enclosure he was stuck in, shouting was a futile effort, conjuring his fey magic from the inside of the abandoned temple he was trapped in would hasten its collapse and even though his fey blood was pure and strong, tempting fate by allowing the boulders to crush him was not a wise choice, immortality or not.

Even still he seethed in anger, he detok, son of the dark deity refrot, heir to the winter throne and soon to be usurper of the summer throne, assuming he did not meet his demise in this stony cave. Roaring in an angry voice his mind involuntarily replayed his memories. Detok was by no means a challenger for the throne of the fey, being royalty from both the winter and summer thrones was of course legitimate candidacy, till one realized he was the sixth offspring. Not an offspring between the sibling rulers refrot and herandra of course, but individually, meaning he had the choice of choosing which of the courts he would lay his

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