the wicked shall receive their reward; Mast/any

[magnus]

you and I both know that the house is haunted
and you and I both know that the ghost is me

As soon as Magnus hears of the Chamber’s involvement, his stomach knots. He should have known that his father’s kingdom was involved in this. They were always tied up in nefarious plots like this. His gold-flecked eyes burn with fury, but he doesn’t say anything for a moment—doing his best to calm down before he spoke again in front of the two stallions who were still strangers for a moment…even if the were brothers in arms. It wouldn’t do any good for his reputation to be marred immediately for his stubbornness or his penchant for hot-headed action. He had to at least try to think like a diplomat.

Nodding at the boy, he moved his gaze to Anker who seemed to be taking the lead in the scenario. “Allies are powerful indeed, but we have to be careful not to walk into a kingdom with Chamber influence. If I know their kingdom, they were smart about the attack—they would make sure they have a strong support system behind themselves before they did anything reckless. They are vicious, but they are not dull.” He would know, having served as their Lord before and a son of their King. “What is the current state of the Gates with the other kingdoms? Do we maintain any longstanding alliances or are we alone?”

He hoped desperately there was at least one ally to count on.

Listening again, he rolled his scarred shoulders and swallowed, “I can go to the Chamber.” He did not mind the risk, in fact, he welcomed it. “My father lives there and I’m familiar with the kingdom. I do not know your Queen, but I am sure that I can find her and at least pass along the message that the kingdom is alive. That she still has support.” His lacerated lips twitch into a dangerous smile, his eyes flashing with years of his own thirst for battle and a heritage of warmongers. “I can handle any trouble I run into.”

MAGNUS

once general. once lord. once king.