ROYAL BLOOD
They had been running, but all hope seemed to have been lost when they were ambushed and Mira was unable to walk because she had lost a leg to the beast that attacked her.
In that frantic moment, Joya had asked a question she hadn’t known would be her last.
She had asked about her father.
Mira had never spoken of him. Not once.
"Jesophath, that is your father's name."
The memory came, sharp and sudden.
Joya's eyes lifted to the old man.
“You know my name,” Kaal said gently, as though afraid even now of startling her. “It is the name I called you just now.”
Joya swallowed hard. Her throat tightened, wobbling as she forced the words out.