At the center of the room was a familiar wooden plaque with the engraved words: Place of the Crown Prince Aurin.
Although she had only briefly seen it, Daphne remembered the plaque all too much.
It was the place of her supposed first husband, the one she was barely wed to for a moment before Korbin "took" her from him.
Consistent with the theme of the rest of the Northern Kingdom, there weren't any large-scale decorations here nor even a small oil portrait of the deceased man.
The light of the room was dim, the candlelight casting flickering shadows across Korbin's face.
He didn't give her a chance to ask what the purpose of the room was nor why he was here. "Daphne, I've been called worse before," he whispered.
A small smile tugged on his lips, but it was easy to see that it was forced.
