The plea was absurd, outrageous even. This was no trivial matter. It wasn't about food thieves or rogue vampires violating the Trinity Pact by drinking human blood.
No, this was something far more serious—something with devastating consequences. This was about black magic.
"What do you mean, drop the case? My love, do you even understand what you're asking?" King Valentin's voice was tight with disbelief.
He took her hand, his gaze lowering to meet hers, but Lady Maris refused to look up. Her entire body trembled.
When she finally did lift her head, her face was streaked with tears. With trembling lips, she pressed her cheek against his hand.
"I know... I know I'm asking too much," she whispered, her voice cracking. "But please—can you do this for me? I swear, I'll never ask for anything else."
King Valentin's heart sank. Her response felt like confirmation.
