With the Sunwalkers above ground, the throwing of a gauntlet is the highest insult anyone can do. It’s so bad that no one, at least not in my lifetime has ever done it.
“It’s never been done.” Kaly whispers to me in my room. “Not even to the worst King. It’s just not possible. I can’t believe Draven did this. I knew he was awful but to do this? To Thorne?”
Apparently, it’s the same with Nightbornes.
She sighs, distraught. “They always fought but Draven always knew when to draw the line. He knows Thorne is the rightful heir. I thought he respected that. It’s… I can’t believe it.”
“Shouldn’t they focus on finding out who killed the high commander rather than continuing this duel?” I ask, hoping that this whole thing will be forgotten.
Kaly’s lower lip falls. “No. It doesn’t work like
