The world seemed to swivel on its axis, the frigid November air suddenly thick with the intoxicating ecstasy of war and the thrum of history rose up as if boiling.
King.
How long had he reached for that word in the quiet, dark corners of his ambition?He had craved it for so long , then stopped, only to finally have it ahead of him where the desire was no longer unyielding as it once was.
Perhaps that made him worthier for it?
And here it was, lying on the bed, cheeks parted , just waiting, offered by six hundred of the bravest sons Yarzat had ever produced, thrust toward him with the only price being the courage to reach out and grasp it, both kingship and its consequences.
A man could declare his rule over another man as long as he had the gut to stomach what that entailed.
