The council had been gathering courage for three days.
That was how long it had taken them to look at everything that had happened — the banquet, the screaming, the Holy War declaration sitting in the air above Arameor like a cloud that had decided to stay — and conclude that something needed to be said to the king directly and that they were the ones who needed to say it. Three days of exchanged looks across corridors and low conversations in rooms that were checked twice for extra ears before the speaking began.
Lord Varos had called the meeting.
