Chapter 1
The inside of the carriage was stifling, and the road was full of potholes. Wedged against one corner of the swaying, rattling conveyance, Weyland swore as his older brother slumped against him, snoring into his ear.
Seven Gods grant me patience. He loved his brother. But after a long day spent feeling every rock in the road as the carriage clattered its way to the capital of Delania, on top of a long week of the same, his patience was wearing thin. Especially when his brother’s sour breath blew into his ear. He set his book down, braced his arms, and shoved him back to his side of the seat.
Like a drunk ogre, Frederik fell against the wooden frame of the carriage, striking his head sharply. He sat up, rubbing his temple. “Ow.” Squinting out the window, he looked around bleari
