Eaten By The Tyrant I Raised

Ronéeoncehappenedtosaveayoungboy.Despitehisraregoldenhair,shehadthoughtitnothingmorethanacoincidence.“Ronée,loveyou.Iwanttobewithyouforever.”“Thankyouforlovingme.”Buttheboyhadbeentwelveatthattime,andshehadbeenseventeen.“Butwecan’tbetogether.”Theagegapwasdifficultenough,butherfatherwouldwanttohandherofftoasuitablemarriagecandidate.Hewassuretoopposeit.So,sherejectedhim.Shehadthoughtthattheywouldneverseeeachotheragainanyway.However…“Thereisnootherwomaninmyeyesbutyou.”Tenyearslater,heappearedbeforeRonéeagain,havingbecomeaking.“Thankyouforlovingme.But…”You,aking,andIcannotbetogether.Ronéemadeuphermindtogivehimarealisticanswer.Hewhisperedquietlytoher,hiseyesflashingdangerously.“Westillcan’tbetogether?”Averyyoungandfeeblechildbecametherulerofacontinent;hissoftandfrailhandshadbecomethestrongandroughhandsofaman.Theking,Nabel,slowlymovedontopofRonéeandwoundhimselfaroundherlikeavine.“Wheredidyoulearnathinglikethis?”ThechildlikeNabelnolongerexisted.Hewasdangerous;no,evenmorethanthat.Nabelsmiledsleepily.“Ifit’sforyou…Icanlearneventhesesortsofthings.”Atthosewordscomingfromthelipsofthemanwiththenoblestbloodonthecontinent,Ronée’seyeswidened.