Age of Faith

Episode 8

The hall where he sat, the Wulfrith he answered, Wulfrith— He must have only thought of Uncle Artur. Before long, he entered the sun. It was shining, the fire in the fireplace painted the walls orange and yellow.

Although nowhere in all of Lillia was warm and excited, the bargain Henry made left her numb. He looked to where Uncle was lying on the colonnaded bed, then to Rowan who was sitting on the chair beside him.

"He's sleeping?" Before he could answer, Uncle's eyelids lifted. “Anni.” He rushed forward, sank to the edge of the mattress, and kissed his eyebrows. "I'm here." "You ... look at that woman." As he rarely does. "I've tried." He touched his sleeve. “I remember the last time your mother wore this dress.

Such a beautiful woman.” That's how everyone remembers Elena Bretanne. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Annyn was unable to find the woman who gave birth to her. Uncle Artur sighed. "Aillil belongs to Henry now." Although it was as Annyn wanted, she felt a hint of satisfaction. “This.” “Jonas I was right. Better king to be made Henry.” Annin cupped his face. “Rest, Uncle.” “Baron better that Jonas.” will make If it wasn't for Wulfrit.

His eyelids were shaking down. "And I'll be a better husband." He was surprised and glanced at Rowan who was also shocked in shock. "We love," his uncle sighed. Annin shook her head. "Uncle?" Rowan let out a short and bitter laugh. “So it's the way.” Annyn met the gaze of the one who first became her father's knight, who was always close to removing bumps and bruises regardless of whether it was unintentional or caused by her master's bad temper.

She grimaced remembering the bad humor that did not escape their mother. Although Father Cornelius would say Annyn and Jonas were evil, they were relieved after the death of the man who sired them. Soon, they come with their mother to Lillia, and Rowan takes them. No one trusted Annyn more. Everything he taught him: horses, peddling, swords, spears, bows. He will never know her like Jonas knew her, but he is a friend. He squeezed his temple. “She is the one.”

he, because even though he knew he was embracing her in affection, he was Henry's man. "Who does he want you to marry?" As the cool night air emptied the stifling heat from him, he said, “Even he did not know. He will decide tomorrow.” "But your uncle is dead." "And you think that changes something?" He gasps. It changed everything.

He had agreed to Henry's terms to avoid his uncle's pain, and the pain he could no longer feel. But does he dare? If it wasn't for the pain, he would probably smile. Yes, Annyn Bretanne is brave. He looked at Rowan. "I'll leave Lilia." "Where are you going?" To the place he had longed to explore for four years. “Wulfen Castle.” He took a sharp breath.“We've been talking about this, Annyn.

You must put aside your revenge. No use—” “Will you take me? Or am I going alone?” He had never seen him fight like that, because if he agreed, he would betray his future king. Even though he knew he shouldn't have asked her, he needed her help. “You also want Jonas to take revenge. Do you deny it? ” "I can't." Voice broke. "But even though I will take revenge on Wulfrith and do it myself if I can get close to her, what you intend could mean your death.

" Then fear for him who stayed him. He crossed over to his side. "Do you think I wouldn't die if I were forced to marry?" "You're talking about blood on your hands." "Blood of my brother's killer!" Regardless of whether it was Wulfrith who ensnared Jonas or he who else did, through him her brother had died. "Whether you help me or not, I'll do this." He scratched his hand over his bearded jaw. "How's it?" “You're gonna help me?

” He slowly tilts his head. Then he will take revenge. "There were bodyguards in the hall who were traveling to Wulfen when he was arrested by Henry," he said. “Jame Braose.” Then he heard the conversation too. "I'm going to need his letters and to learn everything there is to know about him." He understood what he meant, but gave no more arguments. "I'll bring a beer with him and his bodyguards." “We leave hours before dawn.” "I'll be ready."He crossed the sun.

He struggled with a desire to pray for her who was competing with fear of trying to get God's ear when her heart was so broken. In the end, he stepped forward and touched his lips to the old man's cheek. "Thank God, good uncle." Is Artur the one? Rowan paused on the stairs, turned to the stone wall, pressed his palm over there, then his forehead.

Although he longed to never again return to darkness, he peeled off a few years and once again saw the night.

Artur had also been there, having arrived a few hours before Drogo Wulfrith and his entourage stopped at the castle to ask for a night stay—night when Elena's husband had not returned from London. Although Artur never expressed his feelings towards his brother's wife, or him towards her, it was probably him. Rowan believed that it was Drogo Wulfrith.

And hate him for that. That night in the hall, the famous knight maker was unable to take his eyes off Elena. And, cursing him, he who tends to drink too much has been playing tricks on him. They were joking, drinking cup after cup, laughing until jealousy was so strong it gripped Rowan that he forgot Elena's.

Rowan dragged her hands down the stone wall and ripped her head from side to side to avoid the memory of the unforgivable thing she had done in trusting Drogo— But it was probably Artur. Indeed, it's possible. Jealousy finds fuel in the man Rowan has served since taking Elena and her children to Lillia.

How much he hated the name Wulfrith, and now, apparently, in vain. Still, there is a blood debt over Jonas' death borne by the Wulfrit family. And for Rowan, the need to avenge that death. Although part of her urges her to find a way to turn Annyn off her path, a young man she loves has been murdered.

A young man who had become a child for him. Although she could never love Annyn the way she loved Jonas, she took care of Elena's daughter. Whatever the cost, Drogo's son will pay the price. But only if Annyn can kill. Rowan is not sure.

Forsooth, was he even ready for the training he had to undergo to get close to Wulfrith? As he requested, Rowan had trained him and tried to spend time with him to eliminate Jonas; however, Rowan had trained him, he doesn't demand from her everything he wants from a boy who aspires to be an adult. Fortunately, it is unlikely that much is demanded of Jame Braose, who was destined for the church.

Thus, Annyn Bretanne as Jame Braose is not expected to know much about weapons and squiring. All he had to know was where to drown the dagger so that the victim would not rise again. And Rowan can teach him.