When she reached the wooden door, she motioned to the guard to stay out of the room and then entered, without deigning to knock on the door: she did not have to ask permission to stay there. She was Nathan's wife and being in those rooms was her duty at the time.
The room was lit by candles scattered everywhere, shadows were casting on the wall, moving from time to time when there was a displacement of air. The windows were closed and the curtains pulled so that the moonlight could not penetrate and illuminate the gloomy space.
In the room there were only the masters and Nathan. The king was lying in bed, in the middle of the pillows, his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily.
The prince was sitting next to him, he had one of his skeletal hands between his, he held it tightly and looked him in the face.
The masters were around the table in the middle of the room and did nothing but talk to each other and fidget between bottles containing liquids o
The commander The commander passed between the barracks of the village, walking slowly overtook the structure created specifically for them, for all three commanders, placed in the center of the village. People were standing in line in front of the counters of their home, waiting for the bag with daily food to be handed to them. The guards were preparing what they needed. Some were positioned behind wooden tables and were arranging bags with food in front of them, while other guards were busy maintaining order and checking that no one disobeyed or created chaos. Everyone would be given food, regardless of who arrived first. It wasn't much, it wasn't enough for them, but the man couldn't do anything more. His hands were tied, there was no other way to help his people. He and his cousin, in four years, had already done everything necessary so that the people of Cynemon could rise up and survive until they found a way to take them away from that cursed land. Thanks to the friendship
"And the two of you? Why didn't you accompany her?" he asked the other two warriors. "And get on that infernal trap that she carry with her?" replied Barclay, taking off his dirty tunic and throwing it to the ground. His Cynemon accent was heard when he spoke in the Cynemon language. He passed the rag over his chest, removing the dirt off his back. "Our commander doesn't like to use ordinary transport to reach Mihdel," Lyza replied. Before taking a deep breath and holding his breath, he stuck his head in the bucket of water. "So you let her go alone?" he asked. Lyza pulled out her head. The strands of black hair that had not been gathered along with the tail, stuck to her forehead. "She's not alone, Vhrax is with her," Lyza said again, rising from the ground and running the cloth around her neck. "A dragon is worth more than a thousand soldiers," she continued, approaching him. "And then," Barclay injected, "it was a silent and stealthy mission, not one of those kings of Mihdel
"What did you do this time?" she asked, sighing without deigning to look at him."Maybe you were right. Killing the old man has unleashed some chaos." The man turned to look at her, the wind had ruffled her golden and pink hair and moved it in front of her face.His cousin sighed and moved the strands of unruly hair behind her ears before turning to look at him; her green eyes seemed to have regained color; her facial features were relaxed, and there was even a trace of hilarity.The good mood will not last much longer."What did she do?" she repeated."Apart from letting those witch whores do damage to Mihdel, after she also caused damage?" She sighed and walked towards her warriors, as she unfastened her belt tied to her chest."I saw the damage they caused, cousin." She took off the belt to which the two scabbards of the two swords she held behind her shoulders were attached, according to her it was more comfortable to carr
They had summoned the Ucrie inside the commanders' hut. At the end of the room, on the opposite side of the entrance, they had placed three thrones made of tree branches, the backrest formed a sun with rays, standing wide in a circle.The three commanders entered with their heads held high, silence descended into the room. The man wore a gray cloak tied to his left side, his cousin had a bright red cloak, while Phoes had a dark blue cloak, similar to the color of the man's eyes.They quietly advanced and sat on the thrones. Phoes on the right and his cousin in the center, while he sat comfortably on the left, resting his chin on his hand, completely bored by the gnarly situation. He rested the ankle of one foot on the opposite knee and looked at the people inside the room.Nessa was in the middle of the Ucrie, her golden hair pulled back. On her neck she had the marks of two hands, marks that he had left her that morning.The commander gave
TarynTaryn watched Elhiàs Ackard, who returned her gaze, his icy blue eyes shining as they squared her head to toe."So," said Elhias, looking her in the eye, "I know you have a proposal for me, or so good old Practer told me." Then he pointed with his head to a man at the foot of the steps.The man was short and bald, with golden skin and very white teeth, while smiling at his king and nodding his head.Taront glanced at Taryn, silently asking permission to speak in her place. The Queen nodded imperceptibly, whereupon the Lord stepped forward and spoke."And it is Your Highness," Taront began.Elhiàs shifted his gaze from the queen to the young lord who had spoken. Taront had assumed a proud position, his chest out, with his head held high, he looked into the eyes of the young king, without showing any fear."And what is this proposal, Lord..." Elhiàs asked, peering at him with ice-colored eyes."Taront, Highness." The young man cleared his throat when Elhiàs nodded his head, giving
Taryn"Well, it went well," Taront said, pouring himself wine."Well?" snorted Grander next to Taryn as she ate."Elhiàs Ackard is known for not wasting time pondering decisions he does not find favorable," Taront replied."That doesn't mean he agrees to our proposal," Taryn said, looking out the window as she drank.The king's guards had goneto the residence that had been their lodging in those days, and had escorted Taryn's men who remained there to the fortress. Elhias had taken care to give a comfortable accommodation to everyone, leaving almost an entire wing of the fortress just for them. He had assigned Taryn the largest rooms with a huge balcony communicating with the rooms of his lords.At that moment Taryn found herself right on that balcony, sitting around an elaborate white marble table and flanked by her men.Taront and Grander thoughtfully sipped fine wine while servants served him dinner:A delicious roast meat and spices prepared especially for them.Aiden stood silen
SumonThe city was in mourning. People didn't walk the streets, they didn't do markets, they didn't talk. It was a sign of respect for the late king.The streets were empty, the taverns were closed, even the whores were locked up in their brothels and no one went to visit them.The masters had sent letters to the lords of the whole kingdom announcing the king's death and Nathan's upcoming coronation, inviting them to take part in the celebrations, pay their last homage to the old king and swear allegiance to the new one: it would have been the perfect excuse to actually see who was against Nathan's succession and who was not; it would have been the exact moment to understand who to watch your back from and who not, even if it all came from an extremely sad event for Nathan.Her husband had spent the previous days in total silence and solitude and Sumon could only imagine how he felt at that moment.Three days had passed since King Urian's death. The body had been brought into the tem
SumonThe days continued to pass, as the funeral rites were performed and more and more strangers arrived in Sierra.Haefest was divided into thirty distinct regions, at the head of each there was a noble family. Some were descendants of the first inner circle of the founding king of Sierra, others had received the office later, swearing their allegiance to the reigning king or proving their valor in battle.Of thirty lords, in addition to the six present at the council, only a dozen had appeared.The others had not shown up and had not sent a response to the summons of the new king, completely ignoring the orders given. If they had not supported Nathan's coronation, they might have been able to start a rebellion by proclaiming a fake king for them, declaring open war against the crown. And, with civil war looming in the north, such a rift in their kingdom was the last thing they needed.If word had come to the other four kingdoms, they would have been a target, defenseless to the poi