Ashen faced, he listens, hears the twisted mouth as it savors the news. Théodred is dead. Behind my ailing monarch stands his slender support.
The tender shoot holds the promise of life—if only ...
One quick thrust...pale flesh squirms on my dagger point. Repulsed, I grind it under a booted heel.
Heavy lidded eyes flick o'er his onetime master, seeking fresher sustenance.
I reach for the redeeming blade ...
'...another Worm for killing ...'
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