CHAPTER TWENTY
LOCHLAN
“Where are you going in such a hurry?” Finn jogged to catch up to Lochlan and Brea in the courtyard.
“I have a speech to give.” Brea didn’t break her stride as she headed toward the lower part of the city where most of the commoners dwelled. Lochlan tried to get her to set out for the queen’s market near the palace. It was a lot nicer and more crowded this time of day, but she insisted the people she needed to reach wouldn’t be there.
“Wait, you have a what now?”
“A speech. Just call me Greta.”
“You’re speaking nonsense again, Brea. That’s not your name.”
“How is that different from most days?” Lochlan said, feeling uncertain about this call to arms. He should do it himself, but he had more faith in Brea’s ability to inspire her people to come to his aid.
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