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She knelt beside him, tore a strip from her own tunic, and pressed it to his wound. “Someone has to.”

Seraphina looked at their joined hands—her pale, calloused fingers intertwined with his scarred, dark ones. She had dreamed of a knight in shining armor. Instead, she had been given a wolf in barbarian furs.

The Barbarian King, Kaelen, was a mountain of a man. His skin was tanned leather by sun and wind, his hair a wild mane of black, and his eyes the color of a winter storm. He wore no armor, only furs and scarred leather, and he carried a greatsword that looked like it could split a horse in two. He stood over her now, not gloating, just… observing.

“Gold?” He snorted. “The southern kingdoms measure everything in gold. Land. Power. A daughter’s life.” He released the hair and stood. “We do not.”