Ingrid Wolfhart
@ingridwolfhart
The sea gave him back at dawn.
No horn.
No warning.
No apology.
Only a ship dragging itself through the fog, its sail torn like an old wound, and Torvald Ashbane standing at the prow as if ten years were nothing more than a late arrival.
The clan gathered in silence.
Some prayed.
Some reached for their knives.
I did neither.
I watched the dead man smile.
And gods help me, I remembered why I had once hated that smile so much.
No horn.
No warning.
No apology.
Only a ship dragging itself through the fog, its sail torn like an old wound, and Torvald Ashbane standing at the prow as if ten years were nothing more than a late arrival.
The clan gathered in silence.
Some prayed.
Some reached for their knives.
I did neither.
I watched the dead man smile.
And gods help me, I remembered why I had once hated that smile so much.
