Chapter Twenty-Two
Noraes ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair, sighing. He looked at the twelve men seated at the table around him. Politics were tough, and something he never really wanted to be a part of, but now here he sat, the king of Legain, or really, the king of the southern region of Lorgaeth. Everyone around him expected so much from him. The problem with politics was he couldn’t speak his mind or be blunt. Everything had to be skirted around, handled delicately, while at the same time, pleasing everyone. He was the king, and could make large decisions, but he knew those kinds of decisions had to be well thought out. Even if he had the final call, it would not do to have an earl or duke against him. He knew they had power and connections, and Noraes didn’t feel like loo
