The hair on the back of Rosh’s neck stood on end wen she said “bless the land”. the edict he made had those words. those exact words from an old legend he had loved when he was a Prince Arrons age, a story of the people that were first in the land and left the land to the men to care for. Something his mother spent all her life entranced by. The people that would pop up in legend from time to time to “bless the land” a baby or fair madden in need. 

“Look at Me.” the king commanded with the full power that the magic of regency gave him. Something chilling happened they could all feel. Arron stared at his father never more aware the He Was The King! he stated shaking in fear of his father for the first time,