Zevran.
Caleum's plan was unrealistic. It was brave— yes, selfless—yes. But also very unrealistic.
Because what do you mean by 'we had to make peace with Ragnar?' The same man who was dead and gone? The same man whose head had fallen off his neck after that one strike that changed my life in a way I hated to admit.
I could still remember the day like it was the back of my hand. I could still remember the cocky smile he had on his face while I let the sword swing free.
It was my first kill.
He was my first kill.
And why had I done it? Because my father had accused me of being a weakling. A freaking scum. The night before, he had planted his hand on my shoulder, looked deep into my eyes and whispered so quietly you would think he was singing me a lullaby.
He had said; "If you weren't one of my sons and aren't so close to your brothers, I would've sent you to the gallows and forced you into a life of misery."
