"First, the demon incursion into my lands must cease. The creatures will encroach further and cause untold damage if it is not fixed soon.
Second, the orc situation. They press constantly, and I do not have the strength to repel them after what the demons did.
Third, I need control of the Council returned to me. They have grown too independent, too willing to make decisions without royal sanction. I need authority over my own kingdom restored."
Jack's eyes tracked Maelor's every movement.
There was a slight tremor in the king's left hand as it clenched and unclenched at his side.
The way his breathing remained slightly elevated, his body still processing the shock of Ren's bloodlust.
The particular angle of his shoulders, drawn back in an attempt to project confidence, while his internal state suggested anything but.
