Eirikr was a bone in Vale's neck, and now that he's finally gone, he could breathe a sigh of relief. "Eirikr is now dead, he has no heir..."
Vale paused there to see if anyone would say anything, but all was quiet except for the heavy breathing of the prisoners. Technically, Eirikr had lots of heirs, but Vale had already killed them all, the same for the Chiefs as well. The only reason he left the rest, including Eirikr alone, was for symbolism.
"Therefore I will be taking over this territory. I claim it for myself." Vale shifted on his seat. His red eyes were burning like red coal as he looked at them. His ambition was all there for them to see as he hid nothing.
"Now, Adara of Clan Astrum. What do you want from me for this help you provided for me?"
Adara quickly fell to his knees with a thud, bowing his head as he shouted. "My Lord! I dare not request anything from you!"
