Grey looked at Elowen and chuckled. He wondered what she would think if she knew that he was blaming her mother for all of this.
It was easy to overlook, but Grey was whatever the opposite of a bullshitter was, and he was even less patient. He liked to cut right to the chase, and because of that he only liked to look at things from what made the most sense.
Did it make sense that someone as powerful as the Empress somehow had the wool pulled over her eyes, allowing herself to be manipulated by two Duke families when she apparently had a monopoly on Paladins?
'What a load of fucking nonsense. As if.'
It was too bad that he was so fond of Elowen, because he had a feeling he was going to have to slide a blade between her mother's rib cage very soon.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
"OPEN UP!"
