Chapter Seven
“I’ll admit.” King Egan poured Griffin another glass of bitter red wine. “I was a bit surprised when my guards told me they’d captured the man who’d fought for his freedom in the fighting pits.” The king’s toothy smile and thunderous laughter made Griffin cringe with disgust. The man was vile, but this reception was not quite what he’d had in mind when the king’s soldiers dragged him into the castle. “For a moment, I regretted not letting you keep your freedom. But just for a moment.”
Griffin grew up in the finest palace across the three realms, but the Myrkur castle was little more than a crumbling ruin. What was once a mighty fortress was now a hovel the king and his loyal servants called the Great Castle of Myrkur, the seat of the lord of the prison realm. The drafty hal
