C301 THE BITTER FEAST

A toast!" the North King yelled. He stood up so fast his heavy chair scraped across the stone floor with a loud screech. He held his silver cup high, his eyes locked onto the Young Prince. "To the boy who will lead us all! To the blood that stays strong!"

The room filled with a loud, ugly cheer from the men of the North. Aria sat at the very end of the long table