A golden apple
Albert knew now that Claudius had been someone Wrath wanted to keep, if not loved. That single apple could buy them a kingdom.
Valentius threw one more out of the backpack…
"Are there any more of those?" Albert took the apple he had been marveling at with shaking hands.
This could heal him. Make him whole again.
The myth said it could give immortality, but Albert didn't want that. Immortality meant an eternity on Wrath's side.
He'd eat just one bite and send the rest to Amos somehow.
Let the Veil Dancer offer himself up on a silver platter to be toyed with. Albert wanted none of that!
"No. Just those two," he heard Valentius yell.
"Valentius," Albert did not doubt that Valentius had no idea what the apples did. He didn't doubt that the boy thought they would be melting the golden fruits for gold.
But how could Albert ask Valentius to part with even a single apple? When that apple could get him in Wrath's good graces again?
