Chapter 24
Keir
Kier left Tierney in his rooms so she could deal with a drunken Gulliver. He’d never met a fae who couldn’t hold his drink, but he supposed there was a lot he didn’t know about the Dark Fae of Myrkur.
There was a lot Keir didn’t know about, period. He made his way down from the royal residence to the healer’s quarters.
Tierney was right. This war was stupid.
“Your Majesty, a word.” Lord Garnet quickened his pace to match Keir’s long stride.
“Not now.” Keir kept walking, ignoring the man’s outrage.
“Your Majesty, I take issue with the crown’s purchase of grain from my estates.” The man had to run to keep pace with Keir. “The price per barrel has always been upwards of thirty coins. Last week’s order yielded half that. I have a family to feed.”
Keir stopped, turning o
