The Hymn of the Battlefield was coming to an end. Rowan felt like he was having a long dream that he couldn't explain.
It was only supposed to be a LARPing event but instead of role-playing, they did it for real.
He went through many things. War. Two wives. And even named a Minor Lord within the Dark Court.
Rowan was feasting with his mates at the banquet when Selina came over to see him.
Rowan quickly stood up, "My queen!"
"Please, Rowan. We're leaving soon. No need for formality anymore." Selina smiled.
"No, my queen. In this life or the next, we will still be your followers." Rowan bowed gently.
His mates did the same.
It was an odd feeling. They didn't know they would be like that for someone else. But Mater and Selina had some sort of nobility to them that made people follow. The fact that they won every battles only further enhanced that.
Selina chuckled, "I am glad you're not hating me for forcing you to waste 34 years of your life."
