Chapter 9
King Marcus Renauld was not a contemplative man. He was a man of action, decision. Some would call him hard; his children would say he was unfair. But they would understand one day. When he was no longer there to guide the kingdom and the weight fell on Trystan’s shoulders, they would know what it meant to place realm above self.
As he stood atop the walls of the palace that had always been his home and looked out over the land that had once held so much hope, he didn’t take in the desolate state. He didn’t wonder what the future held. When his eyes roamed from left to right, they had a purpose, they always did. He looked for movement, for attack. It was a habit left from the years of the war. Twenty years later and some things never go away.
He closed his eyes for the briefes
