"So what makes you think you can lead the charge to transform Aleese into a county when even Lord Templar Caleb failed?"
The faint smile on Reynold's face melted like frost in the morning sun, and his dark brows lowered over his stormy eyes as he looked at the young lord from Leufroy who had posed the question.
The core of the question wasn't an issue. If the young man had just asked him how he intended to expand the Aleese domain further to the south, that would have been an easy question to answer. The problem was in the way Tulori had framed his question, asking how Reynold would succeed where Caleb Lothian had failed.
It instantly created a rift where there hadn't been one, and anything Reynold said, Tulori was certain to bring back to Lord Owain's ears, filtering it through his obvious desire to curry favor with the incoming Marquis.
