Sebastian
“Your Majesty,” Luther called. “Today marks the day of the new King of Høtenhiem's coronation.”
He was right. Høtenhiem had a new king. An invitation had been sent days ago, but due to my busy schedule, I had forgotten.
“Thank you, Luther, for your remembrance,” I replied. He bowed his head and left. I needed to attend. Now that Edward was gone, an alliance with Høtenhiem was crucial. I called Denford—my beta and had him prepare the carriage and a few warriors for our departure.
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The cold winds of Høtenhiem bit through my cloak as I stood before the high gates. Snow had already settled in patches across the mountainous region, giving it a harsh, isolated beauty. Behind me, Denford and a few Yormsborg warriors waited silently. We'd come with no banners raised, just an
