More than anything, Lucimar wanted someone who understood his pain and could pull him back from the edge of the cliff before he fell.
The trouble was, everyone around him, good or bad, needed him to save them.
And he was powerless to do it.
Could anyone say Ruth was a bad person?
She worked tirelessly for Lucimar, trying to keep every harmful creature away from him. She even had feelings for him, yet while he flirted with women without a care, she swallowed her hurt and overlooked it all, thinking only of his feelings.
But every second Ruth spent at Lucimar's side was torment for him.
Those eyes meant the most terrifying kind of surveillance, all in the name of love.
Lucimar wondered whether Oaisis's World Lord had any idea how much harm feelings and desire could cause. Otherwise, how could he overlook a hidden hand so obviously using desire to get things done?
In Damboro, each successive king had plainly been more ruled by emotion than the last. The one who had just been kicked off the throne seemed to have nothing else in his head.
Of course, he had not made it quite that obvious. He even appeared to be using the families of those women to balance royal power.
But was it normal for a king to rely on women instead of political skill to forge alliances and play factions against one another?
What was this, some village-belle romance?
Just thinking about what he had seen during his years in the capital made Lucimar's heart shudder.
Everything somehow came back to love and political scheming!
As though Damboro had been founded through infighting between those families!
It was an insult to the ancestors who had risked their lives on battlefields for years to make the country