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Chapter 13 - Consequences

One year ago…

Alarick paced back and forth in his garden, raving mad.

Randal watched his son with sorrow in his eyes. Alarick had never been denied of things before. Being the son of a warlord, and being a warlord himself, everything and anything that he wants was given to him with open palms.

Rejection was something his son knew nothing about.

Watching this for the first time without Aefstine by his side was frustrating.

“Do you really want to declare a war? For a man?” Randal said, already knowing the answer.

“Yes. Yes, I do,” Alarick said, but in his eyes, they both could see him accepting defeat. “But I don’t think I can handle to see him hating me more than he does now.”

He let his sword fall to the floor and took off both his gloves, crumpling it in his hand.

“What’s yours is yours, Alarick,” his father said, eyes distant. &l

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