"Good to know you've relished the idea of me," Vaeron said in a voice that made her flinch. It was dark, terrifying, and utterly soulless, carrying no edge of mockery.
At his comment, the Nameless King's lips twitched in response. "Oh," he said, lifting one jeweled hand and flicking the air as though brushing aside smoke. "You flatter yourself," His rings clinked softly as he leaned back. "Although, I must confess, remembering you was far more pleasant when I believed you were buried."
Lucrezia inhaled sharply at the acidity of his words.
A second passed before his voice sliced the stillness in the hall, "How unfortunate for both of us, then."
The Nameless King barked a laugh. It was so deep and thunderous as his vast belly shook beneath the weight of his robes. "Still so joyless," He said. "I'd hoped marriage had softened you,"
Lucrezia felt the word land like a stone dropped into deep water and her breath hitched in response.
