“That’s my father.”
Thane’s mouth dried. He had only ever seen the Chieftain of Evordon once in his life when he took Nera back to him but Thane would never forget his face.
It wasn’t a face you were likely to forget.
Tall- taller than everyone in the crowd, built sturdy like a bull and familiar vibrant red bushy hair. He’s a man who’s weathered through storms of war and battle. A warlord in his own right, he took Evordon as his when he was merely twenty. Battle hardened, imposing and utterly frightening, Nera’s father stood with Caelum’s nobles while they browsed through slaves.
“He wouldn’t.” She tearfully choked up. “Not after what happened to me.”
Thane instinctively wrapped her in a tight embrace. He didn’t know what to say. He knew Nera admired her father a lot and to see hi
