Chapter 4 – Clipped Wings
It was hardly the result that Oliver and his faction had wanted for themselves. Lacking the backing of the old Pendragon King to lend justice to their claim, there was the very obvious and easy to throw question of 'King of what?'. He wore a crown upon his head, a Pendragon crown, but he saw no true claim to the Pendragon lands. And if he were to enforce a claim despite that, then what would the results be?
It was a deadlock of a situation, as they swirled their way around the Capital. Every time they looked towards the centre of the Stormfront, there was that pulling urge to see their armies mounted, and turned inwards. To walk towards where they knew the High King to be, and to see the solution set about entirely with military intent.
