Snapback
"Your uncle is trying to poison you." The Sunstrider revealed to him as he pointed at the ground. "That cup of tea he just gave is poisonous herb. My elven nose is rarely wrong, Orwell." The Sunstrider said to him.
Orwell breathed in and out for a bit. "Thank you. Thank you for saving me." He said lifelessly.
"This makes us even. I would not have survived if you did not creep up on Orion that night." He said. "I no longer owe you anything, do you get that?" The Sunstrider asked him.
Orwell nodded and made himself scarce, he could feel the Sunstrider's red glaring eyes fixated on the back of his neck as he did so.
He always knew that his uncle, the General of the Northern barracks was not the best at keeping his intentions hidden. He informed his mother of the plot to get rid of him to usurp him as the King of Vanheim.