Seravine spoke.
"The term is accepted."
Eddran stopped with his hand still raised.
The throne room stopped with him.
Seravine looked at the room with the calm of someone who had made a decision and was waiting for the room to catch up to it. She looked at Voss — still positioned between the two of them. "Stand down."
Voss looked at her. Then at Lexel. Then stepped aside with the efficient compliance of a professional who recognized an authority call and acted on it.
Seravine looked at Eddran.
"Eddran," she said.
He looked at her. The hand came down.
"Who is the royalty?"
Four words. Not a question. A reminder delivered in the shape of a question, which was the most efficient form of reminder available in a formal court setting.
Eddran looked at her for a long moment. Then at the floor.
"Your Grace," he said.
