Previous chapter:
Chapter 55: The Son of Frost and Flame
Next chapter:
Chapter 57: The Winds of War
PREVIEW
... d come in the form of a baby boy.
The infant bore his mother’s ember-red hair and his father’s piercing frost born gaze. He was silent, still; save for the quiet breath in his lungs, and the eyes that wandered like a watchful wolf.
One might have mistaken him for a spirit-child, so serene he lay in his mother’s arms, yet the flicker of his gaze belied the storm beneath.
Vetrúlfr had walked the halls of his keep for days, his thoughts circling like ravens. He had turned ov ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE