Once he possessed her backpack and Thomas’ books, he would learn the location of the map, and then he could make his way across the land of Thya to the gate that led into Sart. From Sart, he would advance his troops to the White City, lay siege to its bridal chamber, and put his own bride in place.
He would be master of the realms, and nothing, including this timid, scared girl standing here, would stop him. He laughed at how foolish she had been. She was quite the little obedient follower—even to her own demise.
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