It was not Aelin who unleashed fire upon the left flank. It was not Aelin at all who had crept up through the snow-veiled river. Ships filled the Florine, near-ghosts in the swirling snows. Some bore the banners of their united fleet. But many, so many he couldn’t count, bore a cobalt flag adorned with a green sea dragon. Rolfe’s fleet. The Mycenians.
About damn time you showed up Rolfe!!
