Chapter Forty-Six
Noraes spun around, his rapier stabbing through the plate mail of an Ikchani warrior between her lower and upper armor. He didn’t want to harm women in battle, but he had to protect his city. After all, he was the king. Though he did his best to only injure them, as he didn’t want to kill them, he knew he might have to.
His warriors rallied by his sides, helping him defeat the Ikchani one at a time. He gave them his orders to injure them, but not kill—if they could help it. His men trusted him, and they followed him. In the short time he’d been their king, he’d amassed many devoted followers, most of whom had loved having him as the duke after the mysterious death of their previous one.
Most of the warriors around him wielded large broadswords, but Noraes liked his rap
