Arthur’s POV
I always believed the best sieges were the ones no one noticed until the gates were already open.
So I didn’t bring war drums to Silvermoon.
I brought couriers.
Three, to be exact.
All young. Sharp. Clean uniforms. The kind of wolves who could smile and bow and hold out scrolls like they were holding peace itself.
Each of them carried an official seal from Bloodfang.
Each of them carried my name.
And each of them arrived at the borders of Silvermoon within a day of each other.
Not at the gates.
Not on the stone road that led to the front hall.
But farther out,on the fringes.
One at the old southern tradepost. One along the river pass near Hollowcreek. One perched so politely at the eastern hill line, asking about weather conditions and the upcoming summit season li
