Chapter 101 Good News In Small Packages

• *King Dartmoth Croft*
• “‘We need food. We need medicine.’” I toss the letter into the fire with the other petitions. If they wanted food, they should have won my war.
• Tormentia is the laughingstock of every kingdom on the continent. Not only did my soldiers not fight when the Shadowglade and Warfang armies arrived from the north, but they ran away like pussies. Rafe Poe, his bitch wife, and Alpha King Karl Striker had simply waltzed back into the palace as though they’d only been on a vacation, and my men had been housesitting for them.