The command tent was warm with braziers.Cedric had been forced to his knees with his wrists bound. His royal coat was streaked with mud and blood, his hair loose around his face.Even then, he held his back rigid and glared at me as though stubborn posture could preserve a crown.Rosamund knelt beside him, trembling, though some stubborn hope still flickered in her eyes."Don't celebrate yet, Elowen," Cedric said with a bitter laugh. "You think this is finished? If I die here, Corveth will fight you until not one soldier remains."Rosamund forced herself to add, "Elowen, release us now. Otherwise you'll regret what happens next."I sat at the command table cleaning my sword and did not bother looking at either of them.Then a guard entered. "Lord Marshal, a man outside claims to be your father. He is wearing the insignia of a minor Thalenor court office, and he has brought an older woman under restraint."Rosamund's eyes brightened instantly, and Cedric's mouth curved in trium
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