Book 5. Chapter 29: Welcome the warlock
“You are unneeded.” Father growled out, stalking behind our assembled group of knights.
“My orders are absolute.” Shadowsong answered back. “I am the first blade of the clan lord. I will follow his will and the will of the clan. Even if it’s in conflict with your own demands, Winterscar, regardless of whatever you’ve become.”
Walking down the emptied hallways in direction of the guest estates, I found myself in a very odd predicament. A few months back, if someone said either the Shadowsong prime or Father would have my well being in mind, I’d think a few bolts had been loosened up in their head.
Father’s real motivations turned out to be far more alien to the Winterscar motto. He just had a very strange way of showing it. And Shadowsong had been oddly protective of me ever since I technically beat him during the snowstorm fight.
Kidra claimed it was because of personal shame that he’d temporarily lost faith in his own clan lord, and this was his way of offering unworded reparations. He attempted to kill me for a bad reason, so now he was bound by a good reason to ensure my safety anywhere he could.
“He is my son. You overstep your bounds, Ikusari.”
“Direct kin or not, that has no baring to my orders. He is our clan’s foremost occult specialist.” Shadowsong said. “I will not delegate this task to others when I can do it myself.”
There’d been a long discussion among the clan council and Lord Atius on what to do with our latest guest - a grand warlock from the underground guilds. The very same ones that made every occult weapon and trinket out there.
Any other situation, the clan would have been absolutely thrilled to welcome someone like that. Given the recent history, we were a little weary of guests right now.