With the oath rolling from the prince's lips, a strange air of unsuresness settled over the chamber.
His voice still seemed to hang there, like incense leaving the lords to breathe it in whether they wished or not.
Normally, such assurances wouldn't have been worth to wipe their arse wiht It, every man present knew Alpheo had reason to lie, and every reason to gild the truth.
But he had sworn. And her was the crux of the problem.
Everyone knew It was shit, but who had the gall to admit that even when it got in their mouth?
To contradict it outright would make one call the crown a liar. And so the words held, not because they were trusted, but because no one dared to trample them.
Still, silence could not reign forever. Simeone had to give
"Your Grace," Damaris began carefully deciding to take that first step, while also cursing his peers for their lack of spine.
Still , who had he to blame but himself? He had jumped ship and received the two and seven with its sailors.
