Iris of Warchild and Shadows Assassins went through the shadow army and the soldiers were making way for her to pass, each bowing their heads as she walked by them. They respected her as she was the one they knew would defend them in front of the king and she was the one who fought by their sides all these years, and unlike the king, she was the one who slept on the floor, in the woods, on the ground, just like them in the cold, in the rain and under the moon. Those man would have been proud to be called hers. All of them were already belonging to her and they did not know it yet. But the king of the shadows saw it coming. His face began to look like a mirror the expression of the feelings lived inside and she saw it too, just as his generals did.
The moment she reached close to the king
