"You are free to go." The words had come to him from the darkness and Lytio doubted his ears.
They must be hearing things wrong, or were they?
That voice was unmistakeably the King's and there was no one else in the whole of Ignas that wore the kind of mask he wore to cover the monster that he truly was.
Something he had failed terribly to do.
Some could still see him for what he was and Lytio was amongst those that refused to be fooled by whatever illusion he wanted to create with the ceremony and inviting all the village heads.
Lytio was no fool.
If he was such a saint, he wouldn't need to pick up a bride every year. Besides, where were the other brides, and if this was just a way to pick the future Queen, what had he done to the rest that failed his test? Fed them to his dragon or fed on them like the monster that he was.
He was no idiot.
His Bell wasn't safe with him.
She wasn't safe here!
