Pit of despair
He was stumbling along. His mind in
torment. His own exhaustion
torturing himself. Cursing his
foolishness. For thinking he could
negotiate his life to set the women
free. Had he forgotten? This enemy
had tricked his father off his sickbed.
Offering to discuss peace. Butchered
him. Stuck his head on a pole outside
their stronghold for the people to see
how the birds pecked out his father’s
eyes. And stupidly, Graisingh had
repeated his revered father’s
stupidity. He’d thought he could
negotiate.