I Died a King—Heirless by Choice
Chapter 6: The General’s Daughter Fights Back
“Dad.”
She bowed deeply, her back ramrod straight, but her nails dug into her palms. “I request permission to dissolve the marriage.”
Her voice was steady, but I saw the pain behind her eyes. She was doing this for me, for the family, for a future that no longer included her.
End the marriage? Absolutely not.
The thought alone made my blood boil. I wouldn’t let her sacrifice herself for this nonsense.
“Megan,” I called her by the name I’d used since she was little, “go fetch me my old saber.”
The request was symbolic—a reminder of the strength that still ran in her veins. The relatives murmured, unsure what to make of it.
A saber to cut down a rebellious son—just what I needed.
The old weapon hung above the fireplace, a relic of battles fought and won. It seemed fitting, somehow.
