The throne room of Wolf’s Head sat just inside the main entrance had a large high wood beam ceiling and small windows ran along the top of the wall, on the walls were the banners of Wolfs Head as well a painting of every hero who came from the kingdom.
Behind the throne was the head of an abnormally large wolf that gave the city its name, the throne itself was made of carved stone and was a gift from the dwarfs of Ironhammer, and sat upon it was Loken Grenford, King of the North and leader of the rebellion.
Loken was built like a lion, he had locks of auburn hair that flowed like a mane, his eyes were chestnut and his face looked almost chiselled from fine stone. Loken was a giant among men, and could easily make a dwarf his smaller
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“Do you trust him?”
Amaleh looked between them before she spoke next, “no, no I don't trust him," she replied as she looked at her hawk, “but there is something about him...” Loken looked at her puzzled Amaleh smiled coyly, “...something different, he is not, no I cannot even describe him."
“How interesting, I have known you t be lost for words about anybody my dear," said Loken looking down into Amaleh’s eyes, "very well then, I will meet him if he wishes and if he proves to worth the risk, then I will consider allowing him to stay.”
“Thank you father,” Amaleh said as she then turned to leave the throne room before heading down the stairs she turned to look back at him, “you won’t regret this.”
As Amaleh left the keep, Brakan walked in front of the throne, “why" he said looking at Loken who smirked, “why did you agree to meet with Hunter?”
“Did you not see her smile,” Loken replied as he looked up at Brakan, “she has not smiled like that since her mother died," he then looked down at the door as Vartan entered and Loken then lowered his voice, “not to mention captain, an namhaid de
"Then be ready my boy, we will be leaving for New York in the evening in our private jet, and we will be meeting jade and her family there" a big smile grew on my face with that dad stood from his seat giving me a wink and left my cabin without waiting for my reply.
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As we walk out the door Chiron calls after us, "Annabeth, Percy I just wanted to let you know how proud I am of you. I know Poseidon and Athena haven't told you that, but I know they are too. You have a wonderful family and congratulations on your new addition." He smiles. "You guys are the children I've never had."
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