Kerensa lifted her chin, her small hands trembling but her voice steady. “Then sit on the throne, Emperor. Judge me. I came willingly.”
Torin smiled—a terrifying, beautiful thing. “Already done.” m.k. eidem serie imperial 5
“Then burn the Tribunal,” she whispered. “Not my world.” Kerensa lifted her chin, her small hands trembling
“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.” I came willingly
He lifted her into his arms, and the last thing Kerensa saw before he carried her into the shadows of the Imperial Spire was the empty throne of judgment.
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.