The King’s Broken Oath
High above the throng, in the shadow of a crumbling building, two men watched.
Alceo adjusted the collar of his jacket, eyes fixed on the river of people below. Beside him, Danilo leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, his posture casual but his gaze alert. Both wore the faces of ordinary men. Beneath the disguise, however, beat the hearts of enforcers—soldiers of the Ice King.
“The two men Omero gave money to,” Danilo muttered, his voice low, dangerous, “they need to be found. And fast. Before the King loses patience.”
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