Chapter 270: Business, Bargains, and the King Who Just Wanted a Picnic With His Wife
The room was quiet for a while.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The shadows continued their slow drift along the walls, and Zorathys continued to exist in the dark with his wine and his earrings and his ruby eyes that caught no light and needed none.
Then Faelyra cleared her throat.
Every head turned to her slightly.
She stood straight, her rocky patches visible at her cuffs.
"Your Majesty," she began carefully, "on behalf of everyone here, I apologize."
Zorathys just looked at her.
No one interrupted her.
Mostly because they all wanted to hear where this was going before deciding whether or not to agree with her.
Faelyra continued smoothly.
"But perhaps Your Majesty could tell us exactly what you want from us moving forward so this... situation can be resolved properly."
The room went quiet again.
Zorathys stayed on her for a moment and then he smiled.
