Before meeting the king of the beasts, I had thought my grandfather to be the most stubborn man on the planet. I knew my earlier assumptions to be wrong. Nicokreon Pendragon existed on an entirely different spectrum of stubbornness all on his own. He played by his own rules, he played his game alone. He played and he did not care who got hurt. All that mattered was that he played and he won.
I had known him for a short while but I knew this. The beast stalking forward, climbing down the seats to approach his king while his kinsmen stared with a terrified hush seemed to be ignorant of this.
“If she is yours then you should not mind taking her from me. I dare you. "
A more sensible man would quail under that simple threat, freeze at the danger in that calm tone. But it seemed this man
