Realm Breaker (Realm Breaker, #1)

by Victoria Aveyard

She shrugged. “Merchants are easier to bargain with when they’re terrified, and you seem to terrify them.” Dom felt strangely self-conscious. “I’m terrifying?” he blanched, glancing over himself. Well, there’s the sword, and my daggers, and my knives, and the bow and my quiver, but that isn’t much, he thought, taking stock of his weaponry. He looked from his polished leather boots to his finely made breeches and tunic, and then his belt, his cloak, and the embossed bracers laced from his palms to elbows. Everything he wore bore the antlers, worked in muted colors, green and gray and golden brown, like the misty glens of Iona. His fine steel and mail, his master-woven silks and surcoats, lay forgotten at Tíarma. I look like a pauper, not a prince.