Chapter 51“Dump him there,” Fand growled with Aaric's voice to the guards hauling Aaric behind her at the edge of the Alfheim Wood. Aaric hit the ground a few feet from Fand, giving him sufficient view of the plains ahead as his guard remained vigilant.
Fand smiled over the painted mimic of Aaric's shoulder as she gazed at him.
“No protest? Not even an attempt to escape?” she played.
Aaric started back at his face worn too well by Fand. “I won't give you the pleasure.”
Fand frowned.
“You will watch, Drui, as I rip the heart from your precious princess,” she spat before turning to the battlefield, eager to begin the end as the Ljosalfar marched to join them.
Across the river Klarelfr, Bergen's men marched with rekindled hope to the open plains of Alfheim that wrapped around Gunir's ba
