And what did they gain?
Confirmation that things weren’t right here?Likely nothing to do with their mission, just clan politics.
That at least one other Barentian, on Barentian soil, bore a sigil.
Havard.Head of his father’s guard.
Neither Elias nor Ulla were marked.
So, what does this mean?
He held his wrists up, shook his head, and dropped them again.The chain dragged and rattled against the flagstone floor with his movement.
“Well, Magnus, looks like you’ve got all the time in the world to figure it out now.”
Was he down here to rot?Or simmer?
Ulla had charged him with treason.His father would have the final say on that, and his punishment.
They had already banished him.
That left life in prison or execution.They weren’t likely to send him on his merry way.
He glanced up at the glaring light source.
His father had refused any type of infrastructural changes to the territory for decades.
Why now, in the time of Magnus’ absence?After years of trying to convince him Barentia should modernize with the rest of the world?
Ulla.
Maybe his father had been right.The changes since he’d been gone didn’t seem to benefit those few that he’d encountered since his arrival, despite the convenience of lighting up the dark spaces that traditionally were lit by oil lamps or torch.
There hadn’t been any power lines or solar panels attached to the houses in the fishing village.
Were any of the island’s other villages the same?
It would be out of character for his father to actually implement something on the island and not extend it to the benefit of the rest of Barentia.
Whereas, Ulla never gave a shit about anyone other than Ulla.
Not even Elias.
So, what is going on?
Magnus swallowed hard as a sudden wave of despair washed over him.
Surely my father isn’t marked like Havard,
Impossible.
Bjorn Thornsson could be led by a pretty face, but he’d never be one’s whelp.Never.
Doubt continued to scratch at Magnus’ nape.
There was nothing he could do until someone opened the door.
UllaMatochkinpacedtheexpanse of her private suite within the stronghold, chewing the edge of her left thumbnail.