Not Your Family

And not just that, there were the countless lives Islinda had taken during the ongoing war to protect the Fae realm. Each kill had been justified—or so she told herself—but those deaths weren't her family. They weren't people she had grown up with, shared blood with.

But this? Killing one's own brothers, the women who had raised them, all for power? She couldn't reconcile it. She hated this "only the strongest rules" nonsense that seemed ingrained in creatures like the wraiths and Fae.

"Why marry so many wives knowing it would only end in chaos?"She asked with anger. "Why did your father put them through such a fate?"