King Elk Forest Cold in my kingdom size,

germanicus had been upon her trail for some time, keeping far from sight as he trailed célnes through the quiet forest. certainly she had become accustomed to him, and he to her; he thought certainly that the king would assume that he was nearby.

his thoughts spun between ico and the unnamed vestal from a past the soldier no longer mentioned. their attributes. their differences. elijah entered his mind now, poor palestruck brute, to be willing to winter here where he was hated for something beyond his control. and then put him into thoughts of calhoun. a frown crossed the guard's face, and he lengthened his stride until he was beside célnes. "i have it on a good authority that a relative within the ranks of kingslend questions my loyalty to you."