Qeya River star

he steps closer, gaze narrowing. unfortunately for star eater, blackfell has no concept of sexism. there is no line drawn in his world which separates man and woman.

you were queen. your word should have been law.

the ache of betrayal burns in his chest. blackmarch had been his duty, his birthright. and she had been his queen.

he huffs sharply through his nose, pacing now, back and forth before her den.

i spilled my father’s blood for that claim. and for what? to be forced out by those who dared whisper treason under your nose?

his voice drops, rough and simmering with restrained anger.

you were not enough because you let them take it from me.