Chapter 37
King Nabal stepped out of the tent. He had his left arm draped across his chest, his hand on the hilt of his sword. He breathed in deeply, and when he exhaled plumes shot out of his nostrils. His knights, on horseback and on foot, stood at the ready with weapons drawn.
The Delta Cove, just ahead, would be Nabal’s first line of defense; keeping King Cordillera from reaching the west bank, the ultimate goal. If the eastern king stormed the cove…
Mykal shook his head, as if pushing the thoughts out of his mind eliminated the chance of a coup.
On the sea, two vessels made their way toward the docks. They rose and fell on the waves. Although the storm had ended, the water was turbulent, violent. The lowered sails were full of wind, and cut across the sea with ease.
Mykal and Blo
