The Dicephal

"The King insists, my lady, he has much to consider and does not wish to interrupt your slumber. Please, after you.” Counsellor Jerethan wiped the sweat from his overactive brow and hustled Queen Imsin of Dracwell into her warm, firelit room. This was the fourth time this week he had been required to convince the... Continue Reading →

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