A Deal With The Lycan King
“Your arrival caused quite the ripple across the King’s Hands.”
That name again. “King’s Hands?”
“The King's council,” Samkiel clarified, tossing the title out. “The ones who believe they hold the real power. Old bloodlines, tedious politics. Five members, each with their own... specialty. You know, the usual headache.”
Saeris said nothing, letting him speak. Information was the one thing she needed most.
“Chancellor Vexar heads them,” he continued. “Soft voice, mild smile, but don’t let that fool you. He’s sharp as broken glass, and, in case it matters, he’s Mor’s father.”
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