“Find out if my Thirteen are alive, princeling. Do that, and I am yours to command.” “Where did you last see them?” Nothing. She swallowed another spoonful. He pushed, “Were they present when your grandmother did that to you?” Her shoulders curved a bit, and she scooped another spoonful of cloudy liquid but didn’t sip. “The cost of Rifthold was the life of my Second. I refused to pay it. So I bought my Thirteen time to run. The moment I swung my sword at my grandmother, my title, my legion, was forfeit. I lost the Thirteen while I fled. I do not know if they are alive, or if they have been
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