His performance clearly marked the end of an era.
Statues and posters rarely spoke, and even when they did, it was all carefully controlled propaganda.
A final chore for the man who was handing me a kingdom he no longer understood.
Arguing further would be futile; the lie was sealed, and the conversation was over.
…the main issue of our whole friendship: our life wouldn't be the same without the other.
Stephan won't care about 'independent covenants'.
The ring fell back to her cleavage, my hand tighten around her neck.
For a split second, the "fun uncle" mask slipped, revealing the calculating man beneath.
He didn't ask if I was okay, I wasn’t even sure he cared.
"With all due respect, what good is revenue if our lands are overrun, Iamis?"
