“Summon the Steward and be quick about it,” Marc ordered.
The ultimatum in the order was, and the subordinate broke rank. He ran into the Keep as if his life depended on him. In his mind it does.
“You and I are going to have a chat…” Marc said.
The guard gulped, and Marc permitted himself to smile. Cherish the little victories in life.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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