“waited to welcome him home. Honestly, he hadn’t missed anything about this place. How sad, he’d rather be in battle than face his father, mother, and sister. Reining his horse, he braced himself for the pain to come then dismounted slowly. While most of his wounds had healed, some of the deeper ones remained, and all caused him misery as he made his way up the stairs to greet his king. His father embraced him. “Welcome home.” Styxx inclined his head before he saw Ryssa standing behind their fat...her. “Brother.” She curtsied to him. Amazed he didn’t have frostbite from her tone and glare, he gave her a curt bow. “Sister.” His father clapped him on the back right where he’d been stabbed then headed for the palace doors. Unable to catch his breath, Styxx froze as sheer agony tore through him. For a full minute, it stung so badly he saw stars from it. Worse, he could feel fresh, warm blood seeping down his spine. Unaware he’d reopened a wound, his father didn’t know Styxx wasn’t with him until he reached the doors.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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