"What?"
"That man… he went to Silverwood with his big monster and proclaimed himself the new lord there." The guard remained kneeling, his body trembling as a heavy silence fell over the room.
"I knew it!" Aiden's voice shattered the quiet. He slammed his fist on the table, sending a goblet of wine skittering across the polished wood.
"See? That bastard not only survived, but now he dares to claim a city for himself."
The other four heirs said nothing, each lost in their own deep thoughts.
After a long moment, Daemon raised his eyes to stare at Anya.
"Why do you think he did that?"
"Obviously, after getting a little stronger, that worthless—" Aiden began to snarl.
"I have no idea," Anya cut him off, her voice a soft murmur. Her gaze turned distant, her pupils glowing with a faint green light.
