“You need to realize one thing,” the King said, leaning forward in his chair. “This little secret alliance that we have forged cannot last. Even if my daughter and now my wife wish for it to be so. We rely on Aridmoor’s crop to feed our people. I cannot ask them to starve in order to protect you.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” The King raised his voice. Every fibre in Wes’ being urged him to stare at his feet, but he refused. He looked the old sailor straight in the eye.
“Many have sacrificed for me, my King. They’ve sacrificed even their lives. I live with the weight of that every day that I yet breathe.”
Faces rushed through his mind, far too many. Familiar faces. Happy faces of people who had more life to live. People he loved, whose broken bodies were now in the ground.
“King Ursa holds all of the power here, Wes. We are at his mercy. At least as things stand now.”
Their eyes met for several seconds until Wes finally shriveled away beneath his gaze.
“There is one option. You know very well what it is.”
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