“The songs don’t lie, Honorable General,” Primus’ voice, despite the sensational merriment all around them, sounded weary. “You know nothing of fear, manners, or respect.”
The courtiers looked at each other. As far as they could remember, the King had never treated someone with respect. However, after seeing the laughter in the man’s blue eyes, they soon realized that, even now, Primus wasn’t showing any appreciation to the General. Rather, he was arrogantly mocking him.
“Alas, my King,” Hadjar straightened and met the King’s gaze boldly. “I haven’t heard any songs about you. In my mountain village, people are afraid of and respect only the wind and snow. That’s how I was raised.”
“Where is this village? The village that knows neither my charity, nor my generosity, the good life that I
