The destiny Rafe had sought for so long was within reach.
"Where are you going?" The female he'd needed to unlock the castle followed and asked questions as usual. He felt no need to reply. She'd served her purpose. If only he'd recognized her for what she was sooner.
How clever of the creator to hide the key in the genetics of an alien race. Humans bore one half of the blood needed to unlock access to all the creator's secrets. Mix it with Rhomanii and one and one became one again.
Everything seemed so clear now.
The grand doors swung open at his approach, the sigil upon the pearly, smooth panels signifying royalty. Not just royalty over those in the cities, but all of creation.
But only one touched by the blood of the creator could sit on the throne. Or one who controlled the progeny of such a bloodline union.