Chapter 20
Keir
Keir’s father was wrong.
The young Grima prince was not as green as they’d assumed. He rode atop a giant gray stallion that had gold woven into its braided mane. It was an elegant war beast, not one fit for a young pup about to see his first battle.
Donal’s back was tall as he rode among his guards. Guards clad in the golden armor Keir had become accustomed to seeing across the battlefield. The golden warriors of Grima were fierce, well-trained by a man none would question as the best fighter in all of Lenya. Daniel Branderson.
Keir had come across him before. He surveyed the back of the Grima army from his place among the trees, finding the old man. There were women with the men, the armor not hiding their gender. It was so very different from Vondur, where they would
