Damon.
The Council Chamber was made of dark ironwood all sleek obsidian floors reflecting the flicker of fire that burned low. The air was tense and thick with the scent of iron and dominance as warriors lined the sides of the room. They had sworn to me since the day I wore the crown.
Some of them had died for me and other would without hesitation. That was the weight of ruling Lore, the oldest and coldest kingdom among. . I stood at the head of the long crescent table with my fingers curled around the edge as the final report was read. My voice when it came cut through the silence like a blade.
“Send the Eastern border reinforcement. Twenty at each post. Rotate them every four days until we confirm the Scorch Claws are retreating not regrouping.”
Rael stood beside me as always gave
