One glance at the intractable king and he dismissed the idea. The two people with him were making no headway. He doubted the words of a prisoner would carry any more weight even if he could raise them above the crowd that would likely shout him down. These three were the players who might pave his way to the throne room for that fortuitous meeting, so he might be better served to just listen and collect information. Besides, the queen was trying to maintain some sense of civility, though Everson couldn’t be sure what her agenda might be.
Nor took a beleaguered breath and began again. “If he is the one foretold, then what better way for him to enter the palace than by our own escort?”
“That no longer matters,” Xander insisted. “He will never leave. The Prophecy is now under my control.”
