Two Kings

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years Before

Thaelen woke late in the morning to an empty bed.

He knew before he even opened his eyes that Harithen was gone, but he told himself that, perhaps, the other man had woken early, or had been hungry. He was even willing to contemplate that Harithen had left in order to find sex elsewhere. But, deep down, he knew.

He had been a fool not to take Harithen back to Concordia as soon as he was turned vampire. He should not have lingered at the tower in the hopes of delaying the conversation between them. Harithen had come to the conclusion that Thaelen was not going to throw Concordia’s forces against Greibron and had gone to raise his own army against his mother and sister and take back Greibron for himself.

Thaelen dressed and made his way to the watch tower, not surprised to find Sigrid already there. “When did he leave?” He asked her as he took his place on the balcony looking out over Greibron at her side. Harithen had not been wrong about the weath