Mallorean
Epilogue to the Seeres of Kell
The wind howled, the rain slashed, the thunder crackled. The weather around the isle of the winds was extremely stormy the same as always.
Belgarion king of Rivia, protector of the orb of Aldur, overlord of the west was wondering along a small unused corridor that was the quickest way between the royal apartments and the hall of the Rivian king (The throne Room) without having to wonder through the crowds of palace guards, servants and other people you might expect to find in the citadel. It was the same route he always took the same route were brands youngest son had tried to kill him over three years ago in an attempt to have his father remain in power, but he was dead now he had died protecting his queen in the battle of Thull Mardu, when he, Silk and Belgarath had sneaked of so that he could face Torak.
He slipped into the Royal apartments. As the Dry voice in his head had promised he now had three daughters. At that moment a solider came scurrying down the corridor, skidded to a stop and rapped on the door smartly. The solider saluted very sloppery and then remembering it was his king bowed very low to the ground.
Your Majesty a messenger from one of the ships patrolling the Isle of the winds has reported a fleet of Tolnedran galleys and a few Murgo ships as well he stammered.
Did you say Tolnedrans and Murgos.
He muttered a few choice oaths and strode of towards the battlements were the solider said he'd find the messenger.
This was the report: