Andria's POV
I felt Lady Eskareth stiffen beside me.
"Interesting," she murmured, voice barely audible. "They crown her with words before a vote is cast."
I said nothing, I just watched. The whole scenario baffled me. How dumb the so-called nobles could be.
Oblivious but loud in their mannerisms.
Sir Kaelric remained composed, his expression unreadable. If the whispers bothered him, he didn't show it.
But I noticed the tightening of his jaw, the subtle shift in his posture. He was listening, but he had to stay composed.
Luna Falcon spoke up, her voice smooth, measured. "My family has always served the kingdom with devotion.
If the council believes that my bloodline and my values align with the protection of the sigil, I will not shy away from the responsibility."
I nodded my head in sarcasm. Nothing about the Falcons was trustworthy, loyal, or even lawful.
The rest were just blind to it, because they are white-washed by the pretend-kindness.
