The queen smiles sadly as she nods, "Yeah. He was a fallen god."
Chills walk on her skin like a colony of ants climbing from her feet all the way to her scalp. She dreads the memory with guilt and sorrow.
She could sacrifice anything to return in time, but reality has set it in stone.
"He didn't hide who he was. I meant Eginhart. He told me straight away that he was a fallen god, and he wanted to help me.
Of course, I was in doubt. Even mortals know that they should not involve themselves with the fallen ones. However, I was swallowed by my lunacy created from fear. When he told and proved to me that my husband passed away from the hands of a heavenly soldier, my entire being flooded with rage and hatred.
