The Pale Exile
The great hall of Castle Vane was a cavern of stone and shadow, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted boar and burning tallow. Torches flickered against the high, vaulted ceiling, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like restless spirits across the faces of the lords and ladies who sat upon the tiered benches. At the head of the long oak table, King Aldric presided over the...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews