Redsand Canyon perseco

germanicus wanted to agree. "seven months is too young when you have the luxury of remaining a boy," he said softly. "by the time that i was born, editum had seen three wars and the beginnings of a civil war. all sons and daughters were sent to that aim." even the emperor's own were not above that fate.

he closed his eyes and sought her touch once more, for a tension had slid into all his limbs during the retelling. "i knew only that my sisters and mother lived there. the daughters of a king are little more than pawns. what i fought for was their right to retain the power of choice."

but who he had fought for was gaius drusus, the distant and cold father.

germanicus shook his head against fennec's fur. "no. i was discharged honorably to make way for cato's son." a boy. a child, green and frightened and not ready for the role that the eagle had earned through blood.

"after that i wandered, offering aid where it was needed." whitebark stream. kingslend. redhawk caldera. akashingo.

crowfeather.