Description
Oreya perezhyla nayzhorstokishyy turnir i vtratyla vse, zarady choho zhyla. YIyi svit zruynuvavsya, dovira znyschena, a kochanyy stav vorohom. U stinach, de yiyi prahnut′ bachyty radshe zhertvoyu, nizh pravytel′koyu, vona musyt′ navchytysya znovu borotysya — ne lyshe za koronu, a y za vlasne sertse. Reyn, novospechenyy korol′, scho vyrvav vladu z pazuriv arystokrativ, znaye: yoho tron chytkyy, a mynule — ne proschaye. Vin potrebuye Oreyi, schob zberehty korolivstvo. Vona potrebuye yoho, schob povernuty koronu y pomstytysya kochanomu za zradu. Ale dlya ts′oho yiy dovedet′sya probudyty ruynivnu mahiyu, spletenu z tayemnytsyamy yiyi bat′ka, i proyty cherez tini mynuloho. Vorohiv dedali bil′she, i vse ne tak, yak zdayet′sya. Oreya musyt′ vybraty: zachopyty vladu tsinoyu krovi, abo piddatysya kochannyu, yake mozhe staty yiyi zahybellyu... — Ty strymuyeshsya, — movyla vona. YA vidchuv pul′satsiyu v hrudyach, u prymarniy rani, yakoyi vzhe ne isnuvalo. YA vsmichnuvsya. — Ty tezh, — prodovzhyv ya za nashym stsenariyem. I prychylyvsya tak blyz′ko, scho hubamy mayzhe dotorknuvsya do yiyi vucha — na myt′ vnutrishniy potyah provesty zubamy krayem ts′oho vushka, prypasty hubamy do yiyi shyyi, stav mayzhe neperebornym. YIyi zapach, syl′nishyy, nizh zavzhdy, ne davav meni zoseredytys′. — Ty tak zhadayesh moyeyi smerti, — promurmotiv ya. — Tozh choho ty, v bisa, chekayesh?
