Siege in the Valley

Magnus rode his horse at the head of his army. By his side, Cassius and Ash sat. He had never wanted to bring Ash with him, but when his mercenary band refused to march without their leader, Magnus was forced to reconsider. After thinking on the matter, he finally realised it wasn't a terrible problem. The risk of death always existed, but in return, Ash could prove himself willing to fight for his throne.

So far, Ash had only claimed the throne through blood ties, but if his reputation grew from the war, it would be perfect. Peeking at the man, he couldn't help but feel a slight feeling of fear. It was almost instinctive seeing his empty, abyal eyes and pale white skin. Adding his black armour over it and his long black hair, he looked like a wraith from hell.

"Shouldn't you tie that up?" Cassius said with concern.