“So you were the former?”
“Worse,” Marc said curtly.
“How?”
“Le Roi decided that we should be sacrificed to give his cousin a victory before they signed an armistice.”
Murphy’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Soldiers were like pieces on a chessboard and sacrifices were often made to win the game.
“You won?” Murphy said.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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