Quinlan rose from his seat.
"Wait!"
His voice boomed across the hall.
Many eyes turned toward him.
Including the king's.
A ripple moved through the hall. Hushed murmurs rose from the gathered nobility, each voice barely above a whisper yet full of speculation.
The masked enigma had moved again.
Ever since his return to the feast from being healed, Lord Black had been content to linger at the edges. He was present, yes, but in the background.
Many had assumed he would remain that way, playing the dutiful guest. Those assumptions were shattered the moment he openly interrupted the king's command.
It was a dangerous line to cross.
Young ladies who sported a faint, pink blush on their delicate cheeks covered their lips with their fans, eyes wide, realizing that such an act could be interpreted as breaking the law. Arguably, he was disrupting justice in the king's own court.
But Quinlan didn't care for such thoughts.
