Conan Link

Behind him, the crown rolled off the cushion and struck the marble floor with a sound like a lost coin.

A scout burst through the doors, armor dented, breath ragged. Behind him, the crown rolled off the cushion

Tonight, there would be blood and fire and the old, clean joy of battle. breath ragged. Tonight

Conan of Cimmeria sat on a throne that did not fit his hips. Behind him, the crown rolled off the cushion