His presence here was little more than a formality. Dorian, Alpha of Clan Kanaka, son of the great protector, and blood of famed hero Durin sat at the head of the table of polished dark wood as was his right. Thin ribbons of light from the newly risen sun penetrated the dark clouds that gathered above Hardhaven, peering through the stained windows of the chamber, doing little to affect the darkness within. Torches burned low along the walls their dull light sending shadows dancing through the room like a troupe of grotesqueries and making the vast chamber seem much more full than it was.
This momentous occasion, the first gathering of the Alphas in four centuries, was being held in his father's stronghold. A sadness stabbed at him then. For Dorian to be the one who sat here in place of his father as history was being written, that was surely some jest of the gods.
Dorian wore the colors of his Clan with pride. He was in leather armor stained black as a dragon's eye with gold filament woven throughout worn over heavy rings of black iron. Draped across his shoulders was a thick coat of black fur giving him the look of some hulking ursine.
Dorian spared a glance around the chamber at those in attendance and was again struck with a sadness and even a touch of guilt. They had assembled in a modest chamber in his hall but even now it seemed cavernous for the first gathering of Alphas in living memory was sparsely attended. Even with councilors, advisors, guards, and servants who had come with their Alpha's they numbered half a score. Dorian knew the southern clans had seen the worst of their peoples troubles and even still to see it for himself was something else entirely. He could have filled this room with thrice as many Alphas from the North if he had so desired but he did not. Dorian was the only Northern Alpha present for his was the only voice in the North that mattered, he was the blood of Durin, and his presence here was a mere courtesy.
A courtesy for the new Anasa. Dorian's gaze met Aelin's as she looked around the chamber. They lingered on one another for no more than a moment as she made sure she looked in the eyes of all who were present. He knew she could feel the tension and he wondered if he was some sort of oasis for her amongst such turmoil or if his being here only made things harder.
He had gone to her late last night and had not found her sleeping. The news that the Alpha of Kanaka paid late hour visits to the southern Alpha on the run from The Fayth, had long stopped being interesting gossip but surely the whispers would begin anew now that Aelin had claimed the title of Anasa, Alpha of Alphas. He had gone to her late last night because he owed it to her to tell her that The North, that he, could not support her war. It was not exactly news to her and she took his words with good grace and a soft touch. It was more kindness than he felt he deserved but he did not turn it away. Did not turn her away.
Dorian had spent enough time with Aelin of late to know something was amiss when she steadied herself with the table. Muscles in his back flexed nearly imperceptibly as the instinct to go to her came to him. A hand pale as moonlight and decorated with severe runic tattoos rested gently on his shoulder.
The hand was that of Yasmine of The Wilds, the sole councilor that attended Dorian. A fact that was sure to displease his other advisors. The woman was an outsider, a witch of the wilds, with fiery red hair, a pale complexion, and an air of mystery that surrounded her despite the fact that she had lived amongst his Clan for more than two decades, she wore a dress green as pine, red accented filament wove through out like blood.
Aelin laid her plan out before them all and offered the floor to any who would wish to be heard. None rushed to speak.
By The Gods they would have her do this alone.
He was stunned.
The muscles in his back flexed once more and again it was Yasmine that came to his aid.
"Forgive me Anasa," Yasmine said from over his shoulder with an expertly suppressed giggle. Dorian could not help but smirk just a little. He did not know if those around him caught the laughter in Yasmine's voice but he did. a part of him was displeased with her disrespect of both Aelin and himself, no matter how well Yasmine tried to mask it but another part of him admired her.
Yasmine was more than a simple advisor. She was mate to his late brother and predecessor, she was once the acting Alpha of Clan Kanaka, and daughter of The Feral King, first Anasai of The Wilds since before The Great Purge. She was of the North and The North cared nothing for the title of Anasa, that was a southern notion.
Yasmine glided silently on barefeet to stand next to Aelin and examine the map. She traced a finger along the surface from one tower to the next, singing softly to herself. Some of the lesser wolves in attendance whispered or sniggered at this. Dorian only smiled.
"This is some distance you mean to travel,"'Yasmine said to Aelin like they were the only two present. "A difficult task to coordinate simultaneous attacks, very difficult. Are you sure you have the numbers for something so…bold? Are you sure these scouts are loyal to
you?"
When Aelin had first arrived in Hardhaven with her pack they numbered less than a thousand and only half of that number could truly be considered warriors. It was true those loyal to her grew over their time here, their number bolstered by Lupo from the far south and yet without The North it was likely they were still too few.
"As I'm sure you know, I was born in the great Black Forest north of this castle. I am familiar with having to fight even when outnumbered. What is it you mean to accomplish with this war?"
Yasmine turned from the map and faced Aelin.
"My father dared stand against the might of Durin Anáil Dragan and all The North. The numbers never favored my father and yet he went to war all the same. Towns, villages, holdfasts, keeps, and even great castles, all fell, all burned. Places in this country remain untamed, unclaimed and wild to this day, land my father took with blood, that is his legacy, Anasa."
Yasmine's fingers brushed down the side of Aelin's face, over her scar, traced lightly over her heart before continuing down and lingering near her belt line before finally resting where The God Gems hung in a pouch.
"What will your legacy be, Thorirsblod?"