Saratanya shut the door tight as her son left her apartment. She leaned her head against the cool painted wood as she concentrated her magic on the door itself to regenerate the force field she once had in place. She never expected her magic to be penetrated, least of all by her own son.
Releasing a breath, she turned to the coffee table and began cleaning up the leftover dishes. She drank the remaining wine in both wine glasses and refilled one more before sitting back down on the couch.
Her locket still sat on the table, and she picked it up as she set her wine glass down. Just as Axell never took his off, she never left hers further than arm's distance away. It was pure gold and never looked a day beyond brand new. The front cover had an engraved 'S' that she found herself subconsciously rubbing her finger over. Flipping it open, the picture of her sons was on one side, and of her lovers on the other. Her eyes lingered on the picture of Axell and Razen a little longer than she liked, and she shut the locket quickly, grasping it in her hands tightly as if afraid it would disappear should she ever let it go.
"Shit."
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Mark of the Empress | The Empire Saga #2
FantasyAn Empress ripped back to the life she left behind. A Prince desperate to save his people. One child lost within another realm, the other dependent on their constant protection. Betrayed by those closest to her, Empress Alexstrayna must figure out a...
