The Golden Song
The feast was loud. It was a golden roar in the high hall. Candles burned low on the oak tables. The air smelled of roasted boar and stale wine. Edric sat at the foot of the table. He was the King’s shield. He wore iron. It was cold against his skin. King Alaric sat above. He wore a crown of twisted gold. The gold was new. It caught the firelight. It did not shimmer. It burned. Alaric ate...
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