The Faded Shield
"Your request for the Northern Border is denied." The King’s voice was thick with wine, slurring over the syllables of Elias’s name as if it were a bad word in a foreign language. The hall of Valerius Castle roared with laughter, a sound that felt like gravel grinding against the inside of Elias’s ribs. He stood at the edge of the dais, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, though the...
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