The Golden Oath
Chapter One "You drank the wine," Seamus said, his voice flat as a board, "but you didn’t drink the oath." I stood before the High King’s throne, the golden chalice heavy in my hands, its weight pulling my wrists down toward the stone floor. The court was silent, a held breath that smelled of damp wool and old fear. My brother’s treason hung over us like a wet snow, too heavy for the lines to...
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