5/12/2023 0 Comments Empire of storms series![]() ![]() ![]() “You need rest,” a rough male voice said from the tent entrance behind her.Įlena looked over her shoulder, her unbound silver hair snagging on the intricate leather scales of her armor. There would be no marker for any of them. There would be no marker to tell the world where a Princess of Terrasen had fallen. That her body might not be burned, but devoured by the dread-lord’s beasts. She’d offered up several herself in the past few hours, though she knew they would go unanswered.Įlena had never considered where she might die-never considered that it might be so far from the rocky green of Terrasen. She did not need the gift of her Fae ears to hear the prayers of her human army, both spoken and silent. So many fires-so many, compared to those burning on her side of the valley. And now that the sun had long since vanished, the enemy campfires flickered across the mountains and valley below like a blanket of stars. The bone drums had been pounding across the jagged slopes of the Black Mountains since sundown.įrom the rocky outcropping on which her war tent groaned against the dry wind, Princess Elena Galathynius had monitored the dread-lord’s army all afternoon as it washed across those mountains in ebony waves. ![]()
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