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Added 2020-09-04 14:00:07 +0000 UTCNegotiations
“No rebel,” Graisingh answered back
firmly. “Or have you forgotten this is my
land. My kingdom?”
The Horse-Master laughed. “You looked
around recently? Go about with your eyes
shut?” Shaking his head at the stupidity
he was forced to hear. “Or have you not
noticed…? There is no king.” Assawin’s
eyes travelled over the young prince. In
peasant’s clothing. Unkempt, his body
dirty with his sweat. Clothes dusty and
frayed. “At least none worthy of that
name…”
Graisingh chose to ignore the jibe.
Confident his people knew. Otherwise, he
was king in all but crown.
