CHAPTER 96
The decision haunted her. She didn't know what to cleanse: her powers or the ability to go to war. "I couldn't go to war; they'll let me reveal my true self," she muttered aloud.
"Father" she calls, as she makes her way to sit.
King Charlengo sat high, although the crown no longer rested on his head, he controlled so much power and authority. "King" he exclaimed, taking a subtle glance at her.
"I know. You have so much to say to me, and I'm truly sorry if you ever doubted me," Grace said in a low tone.
King Charlengo studied her for a while, and let himself reminisce on how brave he was as a teenager, and even now, there hasn't been much difference. "Now isn't the time for apologies, get to work Quicke".
Grace tilted her head. "The work" She paused, taking a deep breath. "Is to go to war?" her deep baritone responded.
"Do you have any other way, to justify that?" King Charlengo says narrowing his eyes.
Grace hesitated. "I do… I don't father" she stuttered.
