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“Treat my sister well. I have killed two troll kings. Do not make me kill a third.” Before Prince Rharreth could so much as glare back, Farrendel spun on his heels and marched away. Julien shook his head. “I see he didn’t need any tips on making threats.” Edmund shrugged. “I think we should have been the ones taking notes from him.”
In the background, one of the Parliament members was bowing to Essie. More like groveling, as he said, “Thank you—thank you—Princess Elspeth for marrying that elf.”
