Queen of Molave

In the past

With a shaking hand, Theo reached for mine. The sadness in his eyes overflowed onto his cheeks. His strong body sagged with the weight of our loss. “Anne, I’m sorry.”

“No. We won’t do it. We’re not losing another heir.” Every cell in my body ached with a void that would never fill. Everything hurt from my temples to what remained of my crumbling heart. It wasn’t only my grief, ...