"It is bad for your health to fall asleep on the throne." Fennel's expression as she stroked the corpse of her late king contained love as pure as a mother's towards her child. He had died long ago, and, having given her soul to him, a part of Fennel had died in turn. Even now, the image of her noble and impressive king was ever before her, yet the sight of her cautioning the bleached bone was the height of madness.