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The food soured in his throat. He had enjoyed no pleasures since the death of that girl. A rumble rang out, a shared consensus with his betrothed. The Gods made examples of those who dared to defy them.

But Rashepses’ chief concern was not with the why but the how. How had their palace been infiltrated? He turned his distrustful eyes now onto every mortal, even those he knew to be held in high esteem by Toula.

He leaned back, away from his meal and its lavish presentations.

“We must expedite the forge of Mereo,” his eyes leveled over Toula’s, finding if only for a moment a light in the beauty of her. “This will be my pursuit once we are married.”

Plans for the long-term safety of their kingdoms consumed him. He knew it would take him from her arms, a thought which soured him more, but he knew she would be safe beneath the guard of her mazoi.