CHAPTER 22
Inside the hall every one of the royal family is seated clad in an all white outfit for the dinner before the Silent howling rites.
The door creaked open and Dominus heaved a deep sigh of relief on Seeing beta Ragnar finally dragging his feet in a sluggish manner inside.
They have been waiting on him for the last thirty minutes.
Ragnar pulled one of the seats and settled into it,just next to Brevin.
“Pour me a drink, nephew.” He told Brevin. Brevin propped himself up reaching for the jar of wine,he then filled up the goblet in front of his uncle..
Dominus watched as the man drank,his fists clenched to the sides. If Ragnar wasn't his uncle he would have had him begging for his mercy right now.
They have been waiting for him for the last thirty minutes and now he's wal
