TWENTY
"So we are all in agreement, then? Until we find a way to break down the Wall, or another claimant with a more direct line of descent from the royal family makes himself known, Lord Siward shall be king."
Siward blinked, not sure he had heard Lord Vamos correctly. For as long as he could remember, and as recently as the last time the King's Council convened, Lord Vamos had been his most vocal opponent. His claim to the throne had been tenuous at best – a bastard he claimed was a by-blow of the king's, three or four generations into the past. Lord Vamos didn't even have proof of his claim, for the bastard girl had never been acknowledged by her royal father, and the child she'd borne her husband might have been a bastard, too, if the current lord's senescent great-grandfather had n
