CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
LOCHLAN
Lochlan gazed across the sprawling camp that grew in numbers everyday. A mishmash of Eldurians and his own countrymen and women. More than two thousand soldiers and militia had joined him in his march for the Iskalt palace. The Eldurians came because their princess asked them to, though they still didn’t know Brea was theirs. The connection between her and her people was evident in the way they followed her lead.
He’d never had any doubt Brea could inspire people to greatness. But what astounded him were the sheer numbers of Iskalt men and women who joined them along their journey.
“Your Majesty.” A young man several years younger than Lochlan approached his tent with a formal bow.
“Captain Walsh.” Lochlan returned his bow with a nod. It was strange the way
