The last time I was on my knees right in front of King Sven was the day Carter died.It’s a day that will forever haunt me, branded into my memory as a monument to my own incompetence to show how useless, weak, and incapable I was to save a poor, innocent boy. I was forced to watch as King Sven casually tore his life away. Yet, even as his life snuffed out, Carter had smiled at me. Those wide, terror-stricken eyes had tried to reassure me that he didn’t blame me nor Kyle. Most of all, I remembered the lone tear that had trailed down his cooling cheek.Carter is dead. He gave his final breath to protect me and Kyle, and I refuse to let that sacrifice become a footnote in King Sven’s tyranny. I can’t let Kyle be next.“Please,” I beg, the word cracking around my bandaged throat. Warm tears well over my lashes, spilling hot and fast down my cheeks. “I will do anything. Absolutely anything. Just please, spare his life.”King Sven does not budge. He stands there like a statue carved from w
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