Veronica was so easy to please. Why settle for simple wildflowers when she could have had a glorious garden? Had the person she was supposed to be married off to been that horrible?
Rukelion had the sudden, useless thought that she would have loved the palace gardens. Why bother thinking of such a thing? She would never see them. They had been destroyed along with everything else.
He was willing to bet that any other potential survivors had fled and assimilated into other kingdoms the way he had since their homes were destroyed. That or they had been taken as prisoners of war and turned into slaves by the Mireans. His blood boiled at the thought.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he focused on his cider. He was fine. He was dealing with his exhaustion because it would lead him to his ultimate goal. He would avenge all of them!
