Kingdom of Ash

chairs and wall hangings included, and run off
the moment the king had been killed.
So an ancient worktable now served as
their war desk, an assortment of half-rotting
chairs from various rooms in the castle around
it. Currently occupied by Darrow, Sloane,
Gunnar, and Ironwood. Murtaugh, to Aedion’s
surprise, was amongst them.
They rose as Aedion and his companions
entered. Not out of any respect to Aedion, but
for the royals with him.
Ansel of Briarcliff surveyed the piss-poor
space, as she’d done for the entirety of the
walk through the dim and dreary castle, and
let out a low whistle. “You weren’t kidding
when you said Adarlan raided your coffers.”
Her first words in hours. Days.
Aedion grunted. “To the copper.” He halted
before the table.
Darrow demanded, “Where is Kyllian?”