Unlikely Allies: Last a Thousand Years - Part One "I don't think he -- quite likes the king," Jeran
suggested, stopping in the middle for a wince. Walking was torture right now.
The things he did for his king. "And I think the king feels the same way."
The Three "Dela?" a small voice came from between them.
She looked down to see a bound light faerie kneeling on the floor. How dare
the vermin speak her name? How did she even know her name?