BRYN
I felt my cheeks flush red. I was still in a daze after our carriage ride and for some reason, it seemed to me that everybody knew what Alistair and I were doing there.
I came up closer to king Arman the First of Phevran and tried to force a smile. The hardest thing was not to think of who I am smiling at. The Witch Slayer. The one on whose orders my family was killed. The one who never spared anyone, even a child.
I looked him in the eye and for a second saw the familiar golden glow. Yet luckily, it was the last thing that he had in common with Alistair. His features were somehow rougher with an aquiline nose, square chin, thin lips, and bushy silver eyebrows. His hair was silver as well and it reached his shoulders. He had an aura of power around him, an aura of strength and
