“You’ll need this,” Bertrand said before tossing him a golden object.
When Marc caught it in mid-air, he discovered it was his Father’s signet ring. In actuality it belonged to him, but the transition was too new to adjust in terminology.
He slipped it on and found that it fit his pinky finger perfectly. Marc smiled at his mentor for remembering the one thing that would identify his authority. Father must be rolling on his grave right now… or over a spit in Hell…
“I see I made the right choice!” Marc said before marching smartly towards the stables.
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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