Chapter 10
The dreams had stopped, and Davi finally settled into a comfort at the palace. It was as if his mind was free of some force that had held it hostage for so long. As if it no longer had to fight.
Gone was the sense that there was something he was forgetting. It was replaced by a singular purpose. Get revenge for his years in captivity.
He liked the palace at night. It no longer seemed cold to him. Instead, he felt protected. It was a formidable fortress built to show the strength of Dreach-Dhoun, his father, his kingdom.
He’d grown accustomed to the constant ringing of blades. To the blacksmith shop that always had the fires going for new armor and weapons. His father was building a force the likes of which hadn’t been seen since the days of Trystan the Bold.
It was a tale t
