“Here,” Gabriel said, lifting two swords from the ground, the ones he and my sister had been wielding for some time. The black one belonging to my father and the white to my mother. “The Savage King and his Queen cannot be without their weapons.” “By the stars,” Hail sighed, taking his sword and testing the weight of it in his hand. “I have dreamed of a time when I might wield this blade again.” “This sword will run thick with the blood of those who have harmed our family soon enough,” Merissa growled, kissing Gabriel’s cheek in thanks and he held her close for an eternal moment.
