Bynx turned the corner, nose flared, blonde bangs dangling into piercing evergreen eyes that shone hauntingly.
Your mother didn't want you king either, and if I hadn't loved her I would've pulled you from her womb.
Pulled me from her womb? Bynx couldn't let this go. Why was everyone so adamant on him not having the throne? On him being alone? All those damn years alone. After his mother he had no one except Strelitzia and that damn blight of a sister.
He wished his other sister could replace her. She wouldn't have allowed him to suffer, would've shedded a tear for him. Wept whenever he was in pain or tortured.
He reached Ray'ven's cell, pressing his face against the bars. One eye was widened, mouth twisted as he waited for her to notice him.
Ray'ven buried her face into her knees. "Go away, you got what you wanted, king." She spat. She could still feel her father's blood coating her hands.