The Wistful Petal
Chapter One "You will release him, or I will break the door with my own hands, Your Majesty." The words hung in the damp air of the hall, heavy and wet, as Nune Petrovic stood before the King, his knees knocking together under the weight of his own rage and the first, terrible tremor of the fever that had taken root in his bones that morning. He was a sergeant of the royal guard, thirty-two...
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