CHAPTER 58
After speaking with Grace, King Charlenugo wandered alone into the palace gardens. The soft rustling of the leaves did little to quiet the storm in his mind. And to the kingdom, what had happened in the Light Room was extraordinary, maybe a divine sign. But to him, it was something else entirely. It was now the burden of his only son. Or so he believed.
Back at the palace, Queen Jonah had not given Parkston a minute of space. She stood near him with an air of sharp contempt. "How do you see yourself now?" she said, a cold chuckle leaving her lips as she gestured toward his bandaged arm. "Just one arm left. And for what? A dead woman who isn't coming back."
She let the words settle before continuing. "Be for real, Parkston."
Parkston didn't reply. He sat at the edge of his grand bed and was silent, his eyes focused on the tall trees beyond the window. The golden beddings around him glinted in the dim light.
