Chapter 78: This Cursed Bloodline
Nyxmaris was pacing in front of her, clenching his hands behind his back.
Orrisian folded his, staring at the horizon where the sea met the bruised sky.
Caspian, however, was silent.
Nadeira hugged her arms around herself. The wind whipped her hair into her face, but she didn't move.
"You three look like you've seen a ghost," she said quietly. "Who is this mate you're talking about?"
Nyxmaris stopped pacing, and eventually, started breathing a bit harder. "He's not just a potential mate," he said. "He's our cousin…more like a curse."
Her heart gave a small jump. "Curse? What do you mean?"
Orrisian exhaled, the sound was deep and rough. "His name is Saryan. He was born from the royal line… from our uncle's blood. He was supposed to be king."
Caspian looked away, gritting his teeth. "But our father took the throne instead."
The wind howled louder. Nadeira frowned. "You mean your father…killed his brother?"
