Page 85 of The Broken Elf King
“Fire? You’re going to…” Haig suddenly looked impressed.
I could see the approval in their eyes as they glanced at each other.
“Are you saying we stay and fight the queen of Nightfall?” Haig asked me honestly.
I dipped my chin. “Are you really suggesting we abandon an entire realm over the fear of one woman? We can do this.”
“One woman with five hundred men!” Foxworth barked. “I think we should take the highborn families and elite healers into Thorngate for safety.”
Nowthatpissed me off. “Fine! Go and be a coward with the rich highborns. I’ll stay with the Bow Men and the lowly farmers and fight for our home!” I snarled, pushing the table over and bursting from the room.
I’d never been so mad in my entire life. I knew that I’d probably just broken a law or something. I believed there needed to be a vote, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t running to the hills with the rich while the queen burnt Raife’s home, our home, to the ground and killed the poor.
Footsteps fell in behind me and I readied myself for a fight. When I turned it was Haig, Aron, and Greylin.
Haig bowed deeply to me. “My queen, I’ll bring in the farmers and people from the outlying villages,” he said, and then took off down the hall running.
Aron bowed then. “My queen, I will get a group together and set the bear traps.” He then left as well, and I tried not to let the emotion show on my face.
Greylin bowed, giving me a smile. “I will have villagers help me fill buckets with liquor and meet you at the stables with the Bow Men.”
Once he left, I wanted to cry for how they just respected me, calling me their queen and backing my plan, but there was no time for that. Later I would drink an entire bottle of elf wine and cry myself to sleep, hoping to forget the trauma I was no doubt about to experience. But for now I had to go to war.
