Lord Rees was one man people knew for his smile. He always smiled, but to the right people and at the right time.
But the Lords knew him. He was a man of absolute decisiveness and sometimes, they found him too difficult.
Especially after the incident of Queen Ingrid.
Damon had chosen him to be among his Council, only because of his ties with Euphemia.
He was Euphemia's second cousin.
But he even barely visited her. Because although, no one knew it, he was never happy Euphemia married Damon.
He had learned long ago that monarchs did not rule because they were strong. They ruled because people believed they were untouchable.
And belief… was the easiest thing to poison.
Rees adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as he left the dungeon corridor behind, still hearing the sound of Oren's chains echoing faintly.
He had gained access to the dungeon because he had a personal handman as a guard there.
