William walked to the edge of the overhanging rock and surveyed the horizon.
“It should have never come to this. All blood and gore and malice.”
The King’s corpse lay in the open until nightfall when it was gathered with the rest.
“I don’t relish slaughter, but the man was most unreasonable. Stiff-necked and proud.”
“This is not a gentlemanly conveyance,” protested Ondred.
The smoke wrapped around them like a worn blanket, memorizing each form.
“I’m to marry. Life is a tiresome affair.”
“Dragons are worms. I find them sad.”
The Blood Wars would cost the lives of thousands. It began over a bird.
“You are now my servant, my lowly servant. I will be in different guises, but you will always recognize me and obey my commands.”