Morning

Vikkin had never used to care whether they were at Darkdell or visiting some other noble house. They’d done it often enough, his father in particular being fond of sending the boys off to respected allies so he could enjoy his brandy in peace and quiet. As a younger boy, their family dynamic hadn’t seemedContinue reading “Morning”

Single Strike

Nimue was small for a sixteen year old, so it was easy for others to miss the rigid set of her spine, the sword callouses on her hands, the stony grey eyes that held not a shred of warmth or give. Her dress had been a suggestion of her mother’s. Instead of her usual simple,Continue reading “Single Strike”