It was nighttime, and the people of Glenwood could be heard shouting their acceptance of Rowan's reign. The voices of children, women, men, and soldiers combined to create a thundering cacophony that spread across the area.
Fagin watched as his people chanted Rowan's name with respect and fear—something he hadn't experienced throughout his long reign.
Of course, as a lord, his people had chanted his name numerous times, but it had never held this much emotion—they only did it because they were forced to, not because they wanted to.
"This," he muttered, finding it difficult to speak.
Roland and the other soldiers watched their lord's back with pride shining in their eyes.
The scene unfolding before them was both amazing and divine.
At that moment, they realized their lord was not a simple man but someone capable of capturing the necessary emotions from everyone, including his own enemies.
