Gwenn interrupted. “Who do you mean? Some General from St. Valery?”
Arvid shook his head, “No General. Just a lad. But he wore a crown. Valiant, too. He strode to the front of the lines and just started issuing orders.”
Gwenn’s eyes went wide with shock. “Are you talking about my younger brother? King Tristan?” She could not believe the boy she had once called “Little Shrimp” could be capable of such feats of bravery.
He then imparted a far more upsetting piece of news. “I don’t know what his name was but the guardsmen called him ‘the new Dinrhydan.’ He fought like a demon.”
She bit back a cry. “They called him that? Was my Papa there too?”
Arvid stared at her in confusion. “Is your father the one they call Dinrhydan? The one you told us about?”
“My stepfather, yes.” Gwenn’s expressi
