The anger and hatred in Corpa’s eyes unsettled even Donton. Roydo shrank back, trembling. “I said get out!” Corpa roared. “Your Majesty—” Donton began. “Go! Now! Before I have you thrown into the dungeon, you ugly freak!” Corpa shouted. Roydo flinched and hurried from the chamber. Corpa dropped heavily into his seat, breathing hard, his eyes still murderous. Donton waited until the king’s breathing had steadied, before speaking quietly. “He is your blood, your Majesty. No amount of anger can change that.” “That monster is not my son.” “You know as well as I do that he is. Queen Boda was the purest of women. She did not betray you.” “She must have,” Corpa snarled. “How else could such an aberration be born?” “He bears the royal mark,” Donton said evenly. “He is yours.” As always, the mention of, the Mark, made Corpa grind his teeth and fall into a sulking silence. The mark, a small black star at the nape of the neck, had been borne by every royal of the Zombie K
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