Sign of the Maker part sixSign of the Maker part six"Maker, hear me."Sebastian Vael stood on the mezzanine level of Kirkwall's chantry, his hands clasped in familiar, comforting prayer. Divested of his signature white armour, he wore instead a simple brown tunic over a plain white shirt. The only battles he planned on fighting today were those raging on his own conscience.He had two hours before his planned meeting with Alistair and, after a restless night of tossing and turning with indecision, he still didn't know how to face the man. Even pushing aside his feelings about Starkhaven's throne, which seemed to crash against the walls of his mind like waves again
Sign of the Maker part fiveSign of the Maker part five"The thing is, Sebastian. Your word as the rightful Prince of Starkhaven would be worth more to me right now than that of a priest."Sebastian Vael's heart seemed to pause its rhythm as he heard those words. That they were being uttered by the unlikely man sat opposite him, whose regal features suddenly seemed in stark contrast to the bawdy atmosphere of the Hanged Man inn around them, it just His mind reeled. If he was honest with himself, and he rarely was, these were words he'd longed to hear, weren't they? He had wished for someone to take this heart-wrenching decision away from him. He had hoped selfi