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Galen glanced down at the rivulets of blood decorating his breastplate. "This isn't finished, Dovangi." He spun and stalked away toward his quarters, his black cloak sweeping the floor behind him.
Chael watched his figure recede down the hallway for a moment then turned his attention to the page that stood nearby as though afraid to move.
"What's your name, son?" he asked.
"Tomas, sir," the boy stammered.
"You did a good job delivering this," he said as he took the small tube from Gorman. "I'll take it from here."
"Yes, sir," Tomas said and suddenly his legs worked again. He darted back down the hallway the way he came. He couldn't wait to tell the other pages what he had seen. He ran hard all the way back to the tower, absentmindedly snatching another honey cake as he passed through the kitchen.
Chael watched the boy depart then turned to the large ornate doors. He nodded to his men and paused for a moment to marshal his thoughts. Ready, he took a deep breath, pushed the doors open before him, and entered the throne room.
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Author's note: I want to thank everyone who commented and sent me feedback on the previous chapter. I usually send a personal thank you message to all my commenters but this time I was so engrossed in trying to get you this chapter faster than the last that I didn't this time. I also want to thank the guild for all their support and give a special thanks to my editor Jillieb.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous8 months agoHe hastily peeked out once more before climbing onto the deck while the Outlander was not in sight. If he hurried, he could get his paltry meal and be back below deck before the Outlander saw him. His hopes were dashed though, when the Outlander emerged from the poop deck door holding a bundle of clothes.
Their eyes met and an unspoken understanding passed between them. The Outlander slowly laid the bundle on a nearby rope spindle. He never broke eye contact with Monch as he strode forward with violent intent.
Monch cursed in frustration and prepared, yet again, to pit his fists of bone and flesh against a heart made of iron.😂😂😂😂
bruce22over 5 years agoObviously Ava thinks that he is still a dutiful husband of someone else. People have to learn that anything hidden can lead to trouble. Now what is going on in the Palace?
It must be complicated!
superfeluously_eover 5 years agoFantastic writing! Perfect dialogue, perfect imagery, perfect action scenes, perfect world building, and perfect honey cakes.
Thanks for posting!
superfeluously_ealmost 7 years agoThis is so good!!!!!!!! I fear it won't be concluded by the following chapter alone :(
