‘Septimus, my friend, chose you. And chose well.’ He bowed his head to her, and said, simply, ‘I am yours to command.’ ‘Your Grace,’ Isana said. ‘Highness?’ ‘These creatures have destroyed our lands. Murdered our people.’ Isana lifted her chin. ‘Pay them for it.’ When Antillus Raucus looked up, his eyes were hard, cold, and clear. ‘Watch me.’
