Chapter Four
Fires lit up the night sky outside the gates of the palace as Alex looked on. That army wasn’t going anywhere. Other forces had joined them in the night, no doubt summoned by the nobles who were splitting Gaule in two.
Alex scooted forward on his belly to the top of the hill to get a better vantage point. He hadn’t come to gather their numbers. That would need to be done in the light of day. No, on this night, he’d crept out of his tent and away from the guards who were his constant shadow because he needed to see it for it to be real.
They were trying to take his throne. It wasn’t a throne he wanted. He was raised to be king but had never embraced it. Before his father was crowned, a council ruled Gaule. The king headed the council, but he had very little authority on his
