Book 1 Chapter 35
The village below Fraser Castle was usually peaceful in the late afternoon, filled with the smell of peat smoke and the sound of merchants closing their stalls. But today, the calm was broken by Liora MacAuley's sharp, irritated voice. She paced near the well, arms crossed, hair whipping in the wind as she ranted to anyone unfortunate enough to be within earshot. “I cannot believe this,” she snapped. “A human. A human sitting in the Queen’s chair. It’s an insult. A disgrace. Bram has completely lost his mind.” A few villagers exchanged uneasy glances and quietly slipped away. But one man didn’t. He leaned casually against a stone wall, arms folded, watching her with a slow, calculating smile. Kellan. He’d been passing through the village, keeping to the shadows as he always did, when Lior
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