C486 THE RED GAZE OF THE KING

"Look at me, my love, stay right here with me," Aria pleaded, her voice a low, steady anchor in the swirling chaos of the nursery. She did not run. She did not recoil from the terrifying heat radiating from the man she called husband.

The Young Prince stood tall, but his frame seemed to expand with the weight of the ancient rot he had just pulled from his children. His skin