The hall was colder than it had any right to be. Carved into the bones of the mountain, like the courthouse had been. But this wasn’t grand, maybe it wasn’t meant to be.
Two raised lofts faced each other across a wide stone pit. Guards flanked either side. And at the center stood Lord Varys.
Beneath the opposite loft were Vaelen’s conclaves, cloaked in the dusk-colored leathers of the crown. She’d asked Vaelen why they weren’t under his own loft.
“I want them where they can be seen,” he’d told her. “Eyes matter in a room like this.”
He had a point.
It had been two days since the Den. All Saeris cared about now was that Lord Hareth, that bloated, pest of a man, paid for it. For what he did. She couldn’t stomach the thought that there might b
