A growl rumbled through the obsidian chamber. Around them, the Imperial Guard tensed. No one spoke to the Conqueror of Grythos like that. No one lived.
“You should not be here, Kerensa.” His voice was gravel and thunder, yet he did not advance. “This is the Hall of Judgment. The accused do not leave.” m.k. eidem serie imperial 5
Kerensa lifted her chin, her small hands trembling but her voice steady. “Then sit on the throne, Emperor. Judge me. I came willingly.” A growl rumbled through the obsidian chamber
Torin descended the dais. Each step shook the floor. When he stopped before her, the heat from his massive body wrapped around her like a chain. No one lived
He pulled her flush against him, his forehead dropping to hers. “You never had to steal them, Kerensa. You had only to ask. I would have burned the stars for you.”
“You stole from me,” he said softly. “My heart. My honor. My heir.” His clawed hand cupped her jaw. “That is not theft, little human. That is war.”
Torin smiled—a terrifying, beautiful thing. “Already done.”
