The Donia aligned army set out early in the morning, long before the sun had kissed the skies, long before the birds shook off the cold to take flight.
They trodden through the unforgiving Thalikan plans, through thick snow that went up to their ankles, and the unforgiving cold that grasped at their heels.
All for the sake of a war that was lost the moment it began. Fools, the lot of them.
Lord Baldwin was not a fool. He was the illegitimate son of a common whore, a disregarded child whom most would not even bat an eye at.
But he had something others did not, the blood of the lord running through his veins, and a cruel cunning that surpassed even the sharpest of swords, or the most sturdy shield.
He snaked his way into his fathers estate, bowed so low to his brothers that he kissed the floor, did unspeakable things when he discovered his sister's sick feelings for him…
