March, 2953 TA

By order of the Council of Fengel, late King of Riddermark, we hereby grant clemency to Thengel, Crown Prince of Riddermark, summoning him…

June, 2953 TA

The simbelmynë's effort to cover the barrow irritated Thengel. Green suited the mound better than something so pure as white. He plucked a few of the flowers, dropping them at his feet before he surrendered to the overwhelming odds. The simbelmynë would grow tomorrow and after, right where the others had been pulled.

He stooped in the grass, cradling his head in his hands.

Overwhelming odds.

"Father, I forgive you."


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