Introduction
On the day Aster fell, the lords of the council offered me, their young king, to the Black King of the North.
The Black King had a strange habit. Every night, he had to hold me while he slept.
I could not take it, so I ran.
I did not get far.
Kael Lovar caught me by the waist and said in a low voice, “Be my queen.”
With great courage, I said, “No.”
He was quiet for a moment.
“Then you be king,” he said. “And I will be queen?”