The prince of water
Two men matter most in Ivy's life, two exceptional men, one a hero she has always admired, the other the ruler of an Empire she has always envied, two men with indomitable personalities and extraordinary powers who nevertheless hated each other long before they knew her. She loves them both. So who in the end will win her heart.
Real face
"Is that you, Kreiz?" said Ivy, her gaze still fixed on the fallen participants. Her husband gasped at this question.
"What?"
Ivy then turned to him, and plunged her wintry gaze into his.
"Is it you who is behind this sordid abomination?"
Kreiz held his wife's gaze with pain and pride.
"And to think that, after all this time together, all this time, you've come to suspect me of such a thing. A horror without a name."
Ivy winced for a moment, deeply touched, but asked again.
"Is that you?"
"No it's me."
All heads turned to the one who had confessed to the crime. And except for Darian, all expressed surprise and shock.
The culprit firmly and unwaveringly held Ivy's gaze, which now reflected confusion, incomprehension and sorrow, a terrible sorrow.
"Why...Daherys?"