Jessamyn looked at William, her thoughts swirling in a mix of fear and determination. She wanted to find Jerrick, to be by his side. But before she could act, there was something she had to address. The weight of their losses hung heavily between them.
"The King is dead, William," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The words felt like stones tumbling out of her mouth. She turned to Cordelia, who stepped beside her and gave a small nod of agreement. "We aren't sure, but Celena—"
"It's true." William's voice cut through the air, sharp and certain. "I saw it. Celena killed him." His eyes darkened as they landed on Cordelia. "You are now the Queen of Ayberia. I should bow to you."
