Kingdom of Ash

“Why.” It was the only question that
mattered.
His father frowned. “I couldn’t allow you
to walk away from your birthright, from
Anielle, without consequences, could I?”
Chaol clamped onto the arms of his chair
to keep from wrapping his hands around the
man’s throat. “You think showing me this
trunk of her letters will make me want to
bargain with you?”
His father snorted. “You’re a sentimental
man. Watching you with that wife of yours
only proves it. I’d think you’d bargain quite a
bit to be able to read these letters.”
Chaol only stared at him. Blinked once, as
if it would quell the roaring in his head, his
heart.
His mother had never forgotten him. Never
stopped writing to him.
Chaol smiled slightly.