CHAPTER 93
Much later that day, again the council members, elders and Grace were gathered again.
The council chamber was packed, its air thick with anticipation. Elders lined the chairs, commanders stood in rigid formation, and the two queens, Queen Judith and Queen Juliet sat in their designated places, Juliet's eyes already sharp with judgment. Grace took her seat at the high end of the table, her crown glinting faintly in the torchlight.
An elder's voice rang out. "The council gathers to decide the next step in the matter of the Northern region. Shall Alasgacar march to war, or hold its hand?"
All eyes turned to Grace.
King Charlenugo leaned forward. "You've delayed this question long enough, Quicke. The prisoners gave us their answers. Their treachery is clear. We can't continue to house enemies of the crown while their kin prepare in the North."
