ORTON'S POV
The day King Jefferson our father died seemed like every normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. The sun had made its entrance at the breaking of dawn, spreading its golden rays across the earth. As usual, the warriors went about their early morning training routine.
Emrys had told me the previous night to go and gather the statistics at the border. There has not been any unusual report from that end lately and it only made me come to the conclusion that there was an insider who was an ally to our enemies.
The information however would only cause us to tighten the security and plan to receive our guest, which we presume were quite a number. “Your personal training ground is ready Sir,” Cyprian said with a curt bow, closing the door behind him.
I grabbed my leathe
