Chapter 71

The pirate captain bowed to me, and when he straightened his body, there was an ironic smirk on his face. And this gleam of greed in his eyes made me shudder with fear.

Not fear for him, but fear for what awaited me back in the Red Valley - an unhappy, sickening marriage to the slimy King Henry.

I knew that my thought wasn't right or moral, that it was at the same level as the worms, but in my heart, I wished King Henry was dead.

"Well," he began to say, taking me out of my thoughts, perhaps better, because they turned me into a person I was not and didn't want to be.