Erik stood silently in a corner near Rickon. His eyes were on me since we had arrived, they were clouded with unknown thoughts. I could sense a sort of fear, the fear we all feel of what is unknown. Rickon had his arms crossed over his chest in a defensive manner, the smell of fear also lingered on him. Both Rickon and Erik were on edge.
"He was old. Real old." Rickon's thick accent was at that moment let loose. This was new, even when angry before he spoke with caution. His accent made him sound rugged, made him sound less in control. He had held it back to sound more noble, but today he felt more or less helpless.
"He posed a problem. I took care of it. You should be thanking me." I responded calmly.
"He had been a Hungarian prince from centuries ago. His lineage was a
