Scolding the nobles

It’s only a few hours later when the resistant nobles show up, gathering in the throne room. Kael is there, joined by Orin, flanking the throne where Lord Greyheart sits. Notable by his absence is Rastus Malen; the courier sent to his walled estate was rebuffed and denied entry. When told of this, Lord Greyheart simply nodded, as if it’s what he expected.

Now, he stares at the group of nobles, who seem less confident without their figurehead’s presence. As Lord Greyheart stands, their quiet conversations come to an end.

“It is good to see the majority of you here. I have called you here to inform you that our negotiations are concluded. My previous proclamation stands. When the week I have given you has ended, you will have freed your slaves, or you will be imprisoned. I will brook no disobedience in this. Last night’s events have only steeled my certainty.”

He gestures towards Kael. “Champion Kael has details of the event.”

Kael steps forward, bowing to Lord Greyheart before speaking. “Last night, two assassins from the Cult of the Shade infiltrated the palace in an attempt to kill our lord. Champion Bernal and I were there to dispatch the cultists, though he was wounded in the fight.”

Lord Greyheart nods to Kael, and continues, ignoring the questions coming from the nobles. “We do not know for certain who sent the assassins, but it doesn’t matter. On the final day, I will make a speech to the people. Any of you who have not complied will be branded outlaws, and dealt with accordingly.”

He gestures towards Kael. “Believe me, you do not want any of my Champions knocking on your door. That is all I have to say to you.”

The nobles begin to shout questions and denials, but Lord Greyheart shakes his head, speaking over them. “There is no discussion to be had here. Return to your homes, and make your decisions. Choose wisely.”

With that, he sits on his throne. Seeing that their protests are falling on deaf ears, the nobles finally retreat, though not without muttering and angry looks. Once they’re gone, Lord Greyheart sighs.

“They’ll complain, but the majority will fall in line. Rastus is their spine. Without him, they fold.”

Orin turns to face Lord Greyheart. “So, are we going to take him out?”

Lord Greyheart shakes his head. “Too eager, Orin. Remember, we have no actual evidence. I will not appear as a tyrant. Don’t worry, he’ll give himself away. He’s too arrogant not to.”

He turns to Kael. “Thank you, Kael. I imagine you would like to get home. You are dismissed. I’ll find some way to reward your service.”

Kael bows. “Just doing my duty, my lord. Thank you.”

Bone weary after the long night, Kael heads out of the palace. The thought of a soft bed calls to him, even if it wasn’t likely to be filled with pleasant company. He smiles, despite his tiredness. Gone are the days of the quiet emptiness, replaced by love and affection.