Mordred helps me lay Talan on one of the beds. He glares at him, his golden eyes burning. “Just like always, dragging in your broken things. Two soldier corpses last time. A usurper prince this time. When I was young and I’d visit Queen Morgan, I’d bring her flowers and mead. But this is better. Much better. Like a cat, my vicious princess keeps bringing me gifts with blood on her claws.”
