“I will not answer to a hybrid that put the western territories in the hands of strangers!” Lord Fray roared.
Flames crackled in the great hearth of the Fray hall. Lord Fray stood before it, fingers crushing the letter in his hand.
With a sudden snarl, he hurled the letter into the fire.
Two guards by the door exchanged uneasy glances.
“House Fray has always been the guardian of the West. Since Liam took what was rightfully mine, the throne will know no peace.” This time his voice was hard as steel.
The fire hissed as paper curled into black ash.
Three days after the letter was delivered to Lord Fray, the council gathered in the Great Hall of Duskfall, expectation filled their faces as they waited for his arrival.
The chair at the center, kept for him, remained empty.
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