When Ashlynn declared that she intended to see the Lothians fall by year's end, the expressions of everyone present grew solemn. Toppling the forces of the march by the end of winter felt achievable to everyone, but to achieve victory in just a few short weeks was another matter entirely.
"Tell us what you need, Ashlynn," Thane said, dropping the formality as his amber eyes met her emerald gaze. She'd taken a seat at the table instead of taking her place on a throne above them, and she had come to ask for help instead of issuing commands. The end result might be the same, but looking into her eyes, Thane didn't see a hurt and wounded woman who would use her forces like a lash to whip her enemies.
