Chapter 5 · free to read
The heat lifted the ink. The ink lifted the floor out from under me.
There is a distance a son can stand from his father, and he had never once crossed it before.
The name was old-fashioned — a name no one alive would give a stray from nowhere. Unless they'd planned my arrival.
Rivals for a week. Allies for a breath. In this palace, that was practically a marriage.
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