“They said no again?” Maximus asked. Ramnlin nodded. He couldn’t believe this. The elders in the area were refusing to meet with him. He’d sent Ramnlin to each clan right after Vicker dropped the heads of the elders he’d killed on his floor to make peace with them, but they were still refusing him. “Did you tell them I wouldn’t blame them for attacking my son. I just want to talk to them?”
“I did. They don’t want to hear it. They said they didn’t want to be ruled by a king. They've been living without one for years.”
Maximus turned to Ramnlin and laughed. “They think they’ve been living without a king. But I’ve been there. Who do they think fed them?” Maximus asked angrily. f**k. He took a deep breath and turned to stare out of the window. He was close to going to every clan and showin
