(Finally at chapter 100, Horray. Thank you for reaching here with me.)
I took my seat on the velvet chair near the fireplace, settling Ashen onto my lap. I let my fingers sink into his soft fur, feeling the pup immediately lean into my touch.
"Because from my window, it looked like a rather heated debate. And here I thought the North was supposed to be cold."
Julian chuckled, catching his dagger in his palm and sliding it into his belt. This merchant was acting like a ruffian.
"We were just trying to decide who gets the honor of training him for you. I told them I have the best hand for beasts."
"A wolf is not a common hound, Julian," Caelum remarked, not looking up from the fire. "It requires discipline, not indulgence. If you train it, it will simply become a spoiled nuisance."
"And I said we should send it to the Citadel's kennels," Maegel intervened, his voice carrying the heavy, forced weight of royal authority.
