Chapter 103

Troy

Someone told the kings about Morella’s prophecy and they were trying to change the course of their destiny. That was why my father came here, why he'd take Quinn when the time came. They all knew what was going to happen to them, and they were trying everything in their power to fight against their own nature.

It could work. That was the hell of it. If Morella, Eleanor, and even The Fates themselves were to be believed, it could work.

That meant I'd have to change my approach. I could no longer sit back and wait for the right moment, for the day the kings would gather here at some undefined point in the future, when the princes would unite and kill their fathers in a display of solidarity.

Whomever it was that blabbed did a piss poor job of it, and if I were to hazard a guess, I’d say it was Magnus. He never did fully grasp the severity of what would happen if we did not succeed. He always thought it was a battle for the ultimate throne. To be the ruler of them all, but it was ne