THE NORTHERN KING'S TRIBUTE
Ilena sobbed louder as she struggled against his grip, scratching and biting.
He placed his bloody palm on the wall beside his name. “I, Dreg the king of the North is wholly bound with soul and body to Ilena, the Queen of the North.”
The bloody print stuck to the wall beside his name and then Dreg picks up a blade towards Ilena’s palm.
“Please, please wait!” Ilena begged in terror with tears clouding her vision.
“We have been wed in the ways of the Thanes, it is now time to be bound in the ways of the North and there’s no stopping that.”