CHAPTER forty-five: Spoils of war

　　“What about Chorleywood?” Arian had inquired in a voice void of feeling. Conroy laughed bitterly, “Tell me, what do you think?”

　　Arian gritted his teeth, “What about Chorleywood? We vowed never to take the name of that village in these walls again.”

　　Conroy coughed, “You said not a single one of them was left alive.”

　　“I swear to you. Not one of them was left alive to tell the tale. None of them could have survived the blows and then I made sure I burnt every last cottage to the ground.” Arian protested.

　　“Damn the goddess!” Conroy cursed, “Amelia, my mate is the daughter of Alan Whittaker and Catriona Whittaker, the human leader of Chorleywood.”

　　“Oh no.” Arian groaned. Now it all made sense. Amelia must have known who massacred her clan and for revenge she came into the Castle to assassinate the King who was responsible but as the goddess would have it, Amelia is mated to the killer of her Kinsmen.

　　Both of them were silent awhile.