Rambaldi said nothing. Ember’s tirade was quite tiresome. As she finished, he took up the reins. “Princess, let me be clear with you. I could call Skade, beta of Hawthorne, a murderer for ending the life of Nightingale’s then theta, Rachel. I could call Queen Lucaya a murderer for killing my sister, and the beta of Amberbjorne Xolmin as well. He killed my brother. In fact, everyone who killed in that war is a murderer. Like it or not, war creates murderers.
“I don’t pretend to wear a crown. Whether Amaya survives is still in question. As for your mother, I don’t support Beartooth freeing Phobus and neither did my mother, who cussed Beartooth out when she found out what exactly Phobus had done, in front of my sister and myself.” He released a heavy sigh. Nodding to the line, Rambaldi added, “Cut it if you wish. I’m sincerely sorry to have wasted your time.” He felt heavy with sorrow. Memories were flooding back. Ember was proof of his family’s legacy. She hated them. She hated him. She had every single f u c k i n g right to.

“One last breath ‘til the tears start to wither!”