Chapter 163: Great Loss, Nothing Gained

27 July, 1360. Eberelle County, Northern Islia.

Negotiations between the two kings began at dawn.

As soon as William heard of King Kenneth's arrival in the Islian camp, he kept himself well hidden. He knew the mere sight of his face was likely to set off Kenneth's temper in a way that definitely wouldn't help any treaty be signed.

Instead, William watched from some distance away as Kenneth and a handful of his guards swept into King Edward's hastily erected large tent. There was the pallor of illness on Kenneth's face and his expression was that of an utterly shattered man.

Good, William thought to himself in a burst of spite. I hope that son of a bitch is in agony for all that he's lost.