Morgan met with their visitors in the dead of night, ensuring that no one saw them entering the Ancestral Hall. Not even his most loyal axe-bearers. The meeting that was about to take place had to be carried out in absolute secret. He could not even trust his fellow druids. The only people who could know about it were him, the Heir, and the Lords that they were hosting.
Although, Morgan thought, as he raised his hood up and entered the hall, I’m sure that the boys already told that cursed fairy about all of this. Though Veon had only been in court for a matter of days, he already earned Gwern’s favor. Morgan had been demoted. He was still a chief advisor, but he was no longer regent. That meant any large decisions were out of his hands. Instead he was being left to do Gwern’s dirty work
