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Chapter 11: Im A Bloodanchor?!

Author: TheRunesmith
last update publish date: 2026-05-14 13:01:55

I did not sleep that night either.

Aldric came inside and sat in the chair by my fire for three hours and we talked.

I sat on the bed hugging my knees and listened, and by the time he finished I felt like someone had taken the floor of my entire life and quietly replaced it with something I did not yet know how to stand on.

A Bloodanchor. Me?? I could not believe my ears.

He explained it slowly, the way you explained something to a person who needed time to absorb each piece before you handed t
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