When Nestor, the late king's adviser, arrived, I was still sitting there with my daughter's body in my arms, numb with grief.The last time I had seen Callista, she was only ten.I had spent the past ten years in the temple, keeping Ostan safe.More than once, her maid had written to tell me that Callista still cried for me in her sleep, holding my old dresses and jewelry close."Please come back, Mother. I promise I won't make trouble anymore. Please, Mother. Don't leave me."Every time I heard those words, my heart ached. But I still couldn't leave.As long as I remained in the temple, Ostan would have the gods' protection. No wars. No plagues.I kept telling myself I just had to wait until the kingdom was stable. Then I could go home and see my daughter again.But when we finally met again, my darling girl was dead, her emaciated body covered in terrible wounds."This is insane! Callista had divine power, but Theron sent her to the beastmen. When she came home, he let the Duke's dau
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