Twenty-Five
Lochlan
After everything that happened, a battle with Fargelsi, a king who tore the kingdom apart, hunger and desperation, the Iskalt people stood strong. Lochlan’s amazement would never cease. He stood on the balcony off the throne room, gazing out across the fields that had been planted with winter crops—beans and root vegetables—the hard land only allowing certain things to grow.
To the west, he could see the ice cliffs dropping off into the frigid sea. Shipbuilders bundled themselves in furs as they worked to rebuild the trading vessels Callum had neglected.
In the villages, fae worked together to construct homes where once structures had been turned to rubble.
There was a defiance in this Iskaltian fae, a strength of will. They refused to bow their heads in defeat. In
