reply before he turned on his heel, aiming for
wherever his escort waited beyond the camp’s
edge. “Your commander, Kyllian, is now
general of the Bane. Report to him for
orders.”
The swirling snows devoured the old lord
within a few steps.
Ren snarled, “Like hell you aren’t general.”
“The Lords of Terrasen decree it, and so it
shall be.”
“Why aren’t you fighting this?” Ren’s eyes
blazed. “You just handed over that sword—”
“I don’t give a shit.” Aedion didn’t bother
to keep his exhaustion, his disappointment
and anger, from his voice. “Let him have the
sword, and the army. I don’t give a shit.”
Ren didn’t stop him as Aedion ducked into
his tent and didn’t emerge until dawn.
The Lords of Terrasen had stripped General