~Year 988
Crown Prince Turace Valder declares the reports of the royal physician on the death of the High King unreliable and as thus, null and void.
-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.
"The whole military encampment must have heard me." Theon lamented in a whisper, his tone hoarse from screaming as he lay faced down on the High King's bed, still trying to steady his breathing.
"Most likely." The High King replied smugly, his robes hanging loosely from his shoulders as he leaned back against the table, sipping from a wine filled goblet.
"You must be mighty proud of yourself." Theon murmured with a roll of his eyes.
"You asked for it, your exact words were 'let them hear how you make me scream'." The High King reminded with a smirk.
"Oh, be quiet." Theon replied with a low chuckle.
