Blue-white light fills the room, warm and healing, centered around Anders' hands, and your brother staggers backwards. Anders apologizes, mumbling something about that being the best he can do, but you don't hear him, not really, your attentions fixed solely on Bartrand now. He stares at you like it's the first time he's seen you in months, and ( Read more... )

( All along the watchtower, princes kept the view / while all the women came and went -- barefoot servants, too )