Thine Enemy's Eyes

A king, a lady and a secret… and the world suspended between them. The man before her had never seen her face before, had never had her gaze touch his. He’d never felt the burn of her integrity or the weight of his own sins ripped from his secret heart. He’d only heard of her. Rumor spoke of heathen magic and pirate training. Insinuation. Lies told in the backstreets to make another feel more important. His request was not simple in execution, simply in phrasing. Kill the Mervolingian king. Kill the leader of the largest country in the Saintlands, put in place by the Augustinian Pope. Still, Myrgen the Grey really should have been better informed before asking her such a thing. Then again, how could he possibly know the thing her own heart denied?