“All we’ve got is a mad king who hates the sun. Or so I hear. That’s why I said history, as in the past. We’re all just the rotten leftovers.” Ari folded his arms over his chest. “Odd to live in a place where no one knows much about the governing body, no one even thinks much of them, yet no one has made a rush for power?” It was strange. Thoughts for the Western royalty were like a flicker of light before the wind snuffed it out. Ari made a good argument—why didn’t the Western Kingdom have skirmishes or tensions or any significant trade we of other lands discussed?
