The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 1

The sun rose over the hilltops and peeked out over a grim, mist shrouded valley. It was the sort of morning minstrels would say whispered of of ogres who would begrudgingly refuse to go peacefully to their slumber just because the sun had risen. Who was Death to command them? Anything for a few moments in the sun before they turned to stone. Today, those retched beasts were her small band of Artorian warriors who hid in the mists and. . .