Keeper Of A Warlord’s Heart
His father was more used to talking to the giants while Alarick had only met them in battle and once before he had to attend the ritual and give them his blood for an heir as per tradition.
In a way, it was new to him. He felt nostalgia, of accompanying his father to meetings and being in the background.
Randal was a Warlord once again, fueled by the hope of Aefstine's still beating heart and still breathing lungs.
"Then, who is?" his father asked still in the common tongue, voice dark.
The chieftain narrowed his eyes and looked around the table.
"I do not know," Faizah said in rough Gythanean, but was quick to finish. "If your Dalli is inside the mountain caves, he will be found! But I do n
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