Chapter 33: The deal

Brandon was there, before the doors which led to only one place. The place of his nightmares. The room of the most powerful man in the kingdom.

The King, his ex-husband, Solas.

Not that the bastard had ever given him a divorce, but Brandon had defeated him. Had won his freedom. And now, he was going to free Pan's future from Solas' clutches.

With tooth and claw, if need be.

The man who opened the door was just as Brandon remembered him. Impossibly tall and muscular, every inch a warrior.

His wild blonde mane was dirty, though. A tangled mess. Brandon blinked.

Was Solas really dying?

"Oh, it's you," Solas stepped to the side to let Brandon in. "I was wondering when you'll be back. There is going to be a feast later tonight. Your old clothes are still in the wardrobe."

Brandon balled his fists. How dare that bastard act so, as if nothing had happened?