Ivar
I wiped the blood from my knuckles with a piece of cloth Bram had tossed me. My hands were shaking, but I wasn’t about to let anyone see it. The dream, or rather the memories of my ever-present past...
I cracked my neck sideways. Weakness wasn’t tolerated here, not even from me.
Especially not from me.
I should vet my anger out on something else. I glanced at the young rogue standing awkwardly in the corner of the room. He lowered his head and shoulders like he wanted to disappear. As if I would allow that.
That fucker called me ’His Majesty’. How dare he? He was filthy, his clothes torn and bloodied, and his scent….
I took it all in.
…reeked of fear. He hadn’t spoken since Bram had pushed him inside.
“Step forward,” I ordered. I was no longer surprised by my voice—raspy an
