Romaldo
"You and your cursed mate will never rule—"
Romaldo snapped her neck before she could finish her statement.
Witches.
The attack at the border had turned out to be no simple assault.
It had been an ambush.
"How in God's name did they know? How did they get this close..." Ken growled, his chest heaving.
They'd lost good men.
Romaldo didn't care about the how.
They had threatened Irabel.
That was all that mattered.
Whatever their ludicrous claims—what they thought she was or wasn't—he didn't care.
He'd kill them all if they dared to take her from him.
His gaze swept the battlefield, satisfaction curling through him at the sight of bodies littering the ground.
"We haven't seen the end of it," Ken muttered beside him.
"Every last one of them will meet their end if the
