Chapter 43 The King's Child

• The King's point of view.
• I stood on the balcony of my estate, overlooking the vast lands below. The night air was cold, the kind of chill that seeped into your bones. But I welcomed it. The cold always cleared my mind, gave me focus. I needed focus now more than ever.
• The plan was in motion. Florence, that naive child, had no idea what was truly at stake. Her rebellion, as valiant as it was, would crumble soon enough. Betrayal from within was always the sharpest blade, and Joran had served his purpose well. A pity he had to die in the end, but such was the cost of loyalty to a greater cause.