The King Is Dead And So Am I “Dead?” I leapt up from my chair. “Dead? Morris Yggdrasil’s dead?” “It appears so, my prince.” My personal maid, Astarte, had tears in her eyes as she spoke. “Your grandfather, his late majesty, passed away unexpectedly last night. He’s now in the hands of the Goddess, may his soul rest in...
The King Is Dead And So Am I “Dead?” I leapt up from my chair. “Dead? Morris Yggdrasil’s dead?” “It appears so, my prince.” My personal maid, Astarte, had tears in her eyes as she spoke. “Your grandfather, his late majesty, passed away unexpectedly last night. He’s now in the hands of the Goddess, may his soul rest in peace. I wanted to tell you earlier, but …” “That idiot!” I could feel my face flushing. “He said he was going to change the rules today; he said he was going to get rid of the Round! That was my last hope!” “Your Highness.” Astarte stepped forward. Despite the tears in her gemlike, blue eyes, her expression and tone remained as cold as her hair, an otherworldly blend of storm and sea. I’d been teased by my eldest sibling about how lucky I was to have an elven maid as beautif
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