Song of the Winter Solstice
His sword sliced through the air, unleashing a powerful force akin to a hundred swords striking the massive stone.
The boulder fragmented, yet Kenru stood before me, his back turned. The scent of his masculine presence was unmistakable.
"Tigrani's hair is immortal. You don't step this close to snakes," he said, addressing me. He pointed his sword's tip toward the hair strands surrounding my feet. Swiftly, he severed them, then hauled me closer with a powerful pull.
His strength was overwhelming, his grip nearly all-encompassing.
"How sweet. The bastard of the 9th kingdom, Kenru Zorwig, or should I say Prince Kenru Rousad?"
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