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King Ezra Trevenna
The Kingdom of Albion
One Week Later
“How about Joely if it’s a girl and Kimball if it’s a boy?” Renna said. Her head was in Trev’s lap, and her legs were stretched out on the couch in front of her.
“Renna,” Trev paused reading the letter in his hands, and looked down, meeting her gaze. “You’re going to name the baby whatever you want regardless of what I say.”
She smiled sweetly. “That’s true.”
“So why do you keep asking me if I like the names?”
“I’m trying to let you feel involved.”
He glanced at her round belly, then back at her. “I’m pretty sure I’m already involved in the process.”
“Very funny.” She puffed.
“Thank you. Iamfunny.” Trev flipped through the rest of the letters on the table next to the couch as Renna went back to writing names down in a notebook then promptly crossing them out. “Here’s a letter from Bryant,” he said, picking the envelope up and tearing it open.
He scanned the paper, reading through the first part of the letter.
“I like Audri for a girl,” Renna prattled on. “Or how about Luna?”
Trev soaked in Bryant’s words reading as fast as he could. He sat up, causing Renna to move her head.
“What? You don’t like that one?”
His breath turned shallow as he finished the last words of Bryant’s letter. He couldn’t believe what he’d read.
She sat up too. “Trev, is everything okay?”
He shook his head as he looked at his wife.
“Seran is alive.”
King Davin
The Kingdom of Enderlin
Davin sighed, glancing at King Bryant’s letter on the nightstand next to his bed. “I can’t believe King Marx would do something like this, and I can’t believe Bryant’s daughter is still alive. Can you imagine the rollercoaster of emotions he’s going through?”
Emree leaned her head against his chest, her brown hair spread over his arm and shoulder as she cuddled up to him. “Maybe there’s more to the story than what everyone thinks. I mean, you were on trial with your High Rulers when you announced that you wanted to marry me.”
“That wasn’t a trial,” Davin said. “It was a vote. And I loved you, so it didn’t matter the outcome.” He pulled her closer, rubbing her arm.
“All I’m saying is don’t pass a judgment against Marx until you hear the full story.”
Davin breathed out. “I’ll hear the whole story in two weeks at the trial, and then, I’llhaveto pass a judgment.”
“Has this ever been done before?” Emree asked. “Every ruler meeting together outside of the Council of Essentials?”
“I don’t think so, but since Marx is a king, the rulers are the ones who need to decide his fate.”
“Why aren’t you meeting in Albion?” Emree asked.
