Camden stood, ready for death. The metal chains around his neck. the look on his face was one I had seen before, after he was tortured by Romaine. Blank, eyes with such lack of hope it killed me to look at him.He knew no one was comming for him. He was f
Greetings, I am Deyden. I am a royal guard. I was at the attack that took our dear king. That is were I obtained this scar. I was not strong enough to protect him, and many blame me for his death... I do not blame them..