Chapter 8
Keir
Keir lost track of his days. All he knew was they were long and longer. Provisioning troops, dealing with petty squabbles at court, preparing for whatever Grima sent for them next.
At least the constant onslaught of Comhrac challenges had ceased, his nobles finally realizing they would not win. Not when their king was determined to help his people. He couldn’t do that if he was dead.
But how did one help the people of a war-torn kingdom? As the prince, he’d led armies to battle, but he’d never considered the true toll the war took on the villages, on the children of those he’d served with.
Lowering himself into a seat at the table in the informal dining room, he rested his head in his hands and let his body relax for just a moment. He’d carried so much tension since the
