"So tell me, Lord Dylan, what do you think will happen when the armies of two 'demon lords' arrive in Lothian to discuss the founding of a new nation?"
Dylan spent several moments sitting in silence without responding to the young man's question, but while his body was still, his mind was racing.
When the Royal Court gathered, only fools or people pretending to be fools spoke quickly or said the first thing that came to their minds. At the moment, his own mind was far too turbulent to answer a question like the one Marcel had asked, but it was undoubtedly the most important question to answer.
In his mind, three things rose to the surface as the most important. Ashlynn was a witch who had conquered Lothian March. The fact that her husband had attempted to murder her was irrelevant. The Church would only applaud him for trying to kill a witch and within a few months, Owain might find his name inscribed on a wall of Sacred Martyrs in the Holy City…
