Ryan looked over the soldiers from where he sat in the royal garden.
They were short of soldiers to defend, so General Gavin had left Ryan with whomever he could gather around, accepting Ryan’s request even if it was a last-minute request. And this set of soldiers included twenty percent of trained soldiers and the balance were the newly joined soldiers of the army that had people as young as fifteen.
Ryan hated being a part of this. He didn’t want to take any part in this, but the duties to Avera chained him, rooting him to hell.
Ivor….
Ivor Burton….
His cousin, no, he had never thought of him like that. Ryan had always thought of him as his brother. He knew that Ivor was a good person, but not now, it seemed.
The one he trusted to rule better than his father when
