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Chapter 66: The Name in the Mountains
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"Break it."Valerius said it to Vane without turning his head. Forty riders had reined in at the foot of the lane, and the snow they had kicked up was still settling on their cloaks. The sun had gone behind the peaks. The cottages stood dark on either side, their shutters closed, and not one face showed at any window.Vane swung down and drew his sword. Two riders dismounted behind him with iron bars taken from the packhorse.Then the blue door opened.The healer stood in the frame. He was tall and thin, in a long grey robe, and his white braids were pulled back from his face. He did not bow, and he did not reach for a weapon. His amber eyes moved over the riders and the black banners on their spears, and came to rest on the man at the front of the lane."She is not yours to take, my King," he said.Valerius looked at him.The silence stretched. Vane's hand tightened on his sword. Behind him a horse stamped, and the leather of a saddle creaked.Valerius stepped forward. The healer did
Pregnant For The Reborn Ruthless Alpha King Chapter 66: The Name in the Mountains
"Who is in the mountains?"Valerius did not sit. He walked the length of the throne room in the grey light of dawn, past the empty dais, past the cold hearth, and stopped at the foot of the long oak table where his council had gathered. Eight men rose at once. Not one of them met his eyes."No one, my King," said Vane. The Chief Commander stood at the end of the table with a scroll in his hand and a fresh bruise along his jaw. "The northern passes are closed. The snow is too deep for riders.""Then open them.""My King, the mountain villages are...""I did not ask for the weather."Silence settled over the room. Somewhere behind the tall windows a crow called once and fell quiet.Valerius looked at the men around the table, one face at a time. The old treasurer. The bishop with the gold chain. Two lords from the eastern march who had smiled at Seraphine in the courtyard and whispered about her when they thought he could not hear. He saw their fear. He had built it himself, stone by st
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"Whose child is this?"The healer had not come away from the wall. His voice was steady, but his hands shook, and he kept them clasped against the front of his grey robe where Lyra could see them."Mine," said Lyra. "Heal him. That is all I am asking.""Child, I asked whose he is.""And I told you."He looked at her for a long time. The fire popped. The pot on the hearth went on bubbling, and the smell of boiling roots filled the room. Then he pushed off the wall and came slowly across the floor. He did not look at her face. He looked at the bundle on the table.He stopped an arm's length away."Lift the blanket from his chest," he said. "Slowly."Lyra did. Her fingers trembled so badly she had to use both hands. The baby's skin was hot and dry, and the thin dark lines ran up from his wrists to the bend of his elbows like cracks in old glaze. Under them, faint and steady, a red light moved beneath the skin of his chest.The healer bent close. He did not touch him."Three fires," he sa
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