Hostages
It was hard for him to get to the
point. Seur came from a poor
background, he still could not
believe that this prince could deign
to talk to him, treat him as an
equal. A companion-in-arms maybe
but their ranks in life were like the
heavens and the earth, so far apart.
But Seur willingly worshipped from
afar. Since joining Graisingh in his
fight-back, Seur had come to admire
the leader of this tattered remains
of their army. More, idolise him.
“They are underhand. They are
snakes in the grass …”