He had spent most of the day training forty warriors and knew that a handful plotted his death. The clack of wooden practice swords echoed through the mountains. Forty swords struck each other, but the echoes made it sound like a swarm of locusts. Real weapons littered the training terrace, givin...
His stomach boiled, and pain lanced through his hip. A cry broke through his misery. A child, small and pathetic, also hurt. The heir wailed in Einin’s arms. Tyrus craned his head. The battle meant nothing if the heir was hurt. “What is wrong?” “I’m...