The High King: Book Two Of The 'Riothamus' Trilogy - Plot & Excerpts
Belatedly he remembered the silver circlet Maran had urged him to wear, the same circlet now lying unheeded on the table beside his carefully unpacked saddlebag. Aran guessed that this formal tunic had also come from the Archmage’s wagon, and he wondered, a little bitterly, what else the Archmage had neglected to tell him about. Picking up and studying the dark blue tunic with the oak leaf pattern worked in gold thread at hem, cuff and neck, Aran realised that tonight he must been seen to be at his most kingly. Shaking his head, Aran was beginning to realise that the Council and Old Families of Haulgard were not yet ready to respond to royal command, however if he were to adopt the full panoply of kingship, then perhaps sheer awe alone might earn their respect and a grudging admiration. * “Are you dressed yet my lord Aran?” Aran turned whilst making a last minute adjustment to his sword belt. “Aye Darven, I am almost done.” He looked up from his task, “Have you seen Alem?”
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