Kier
"No."
The man tips his head back and laughs. "An odd choice, considering how dire the situation is. Do not think for a second that my King cares for this treaty. Or peace. Your father murdered peace, and you have continued in his stead."
My jaw ticks. "Your King had my lands attacked. Four maidens, daughters of Alphas died in that charge. Yet, I held back." I lean back in my seat. "If I wished to play games like, burn the castle, I would have sent more men, and your King wouldn't be alive to send this message. So, no. I did not send rogues to Dawn. Perhaps, I should've sent an army right after I buried my dead."
Darrock falls silent. "The rogue gave your name."
I recall the dungeons, and the rogue I'd killed. His warm blood running down my hands, staining my sleeves. "And the pri
