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When General Farley and Mare finally enter the rooh to , but she’s no lady Cal e Warernails, a rotten temper I don’t see the appeal But he racefully on her heel "Your Majesty" Her face relaxes in relief as she beckons Cal to join her before the Samos thrones The rest of the cha Tiberias," h his silver beard, pulling at the strands "I’m sure you’ve been made aware of our dire situation"

Cal sweeps into a lo, surprising us Kings and queens of the blood do not bow, not even to each other Still he does it "My apologies I was detained," he says, offering nothing else And giving us no opportunity to ask further as he waves Farley forward "I believe General Farley has soainst the loss of our foothold in Piede we had over Prince Bracken? It ood news"

"I consider over a hundred of our people saved fro into a quick, pitiful bow "The Scarlet Guard and our Montfortan allies left only a skeleton garrison behind in Piedmont There were a few hundred soldiers left behind at the base when Bracken struck Right now, according to our intelligence, at least a third have ents all over the region; we are more than able to retrieve and transport those who escaped to safety"

"Howto the side with her hands clasped

"A hundred, we think," she forces out, as if she can run right past the thought But it seems to catch up to her as she repeats, more slowly, "A hundred dead"

"We lost ers in ti sye spiral

"It will be difficult, going forward, without the base," Ptole the painfully obvious point Sometimes I think he just wants to hear himself talk, even in situations like this

"Yes, that’s true," Cal offers "We still have the Rift, and all that entails, but we’ve lost two of our conquests in so many weeks First Corvium--"

"We chose to destroy Corviu hilad to be rid of that city

Cal nods in begrudging agreement "And now Piede of strength, especially to any houses aligned to Maven who les on her throne, her knuckles glinting with a ransoe the roo their army?"

"I don’t count my soldiers before they form up," Cal shoots back, harsher than he should be "I trust Preovernment promises, but I won’t make decisions based on resources we can’t see yet"

"What you need is a capital," Anabel says, circling the conversation back to her original song and dance She paces, her red-and-orange regalia ht outside as it shifts toward sunset "The city of Delphie will provide The seat of House Lerolan will support the rightful king"

Cal avoids her gaze "That’s true But--"

"But?" She snaps to hi in her tracks

He throws his shoulders wide, self-assured "It’s too easy"