5
The Counsel of Oldwin
Eoghan Rhiagain slumped in his chair. His a*s hung in precarious balance at the edge of the velvet, legs spread so wide his feet no longer had respectable purchase on the floor. His arms he let dangle at his sides. They were utterly useless anyway. Everything in Duncarrow was. Everyone.
Once an hour, upon the hour, Correen appeared at his chamber door, requesting audience. He had none to give her. He may have needed her once, but it was Assyria he’d wished would guide him, as she had lovingly taught Darrick. And now Assyria had revealed herself as a traitorous b***h, which made him desire Correen’s presence less, not more. In the absence of a more competent mentor, Correen’s failures burned especially bright.
She liked to slip her outrageous opinions in when he
