¬ Fashire
I should have known something was terribly wrong the moment the entity beside him beamed with the placid contentment of a well-fed cat.
The King's voice carried loud across the courtyard.
"After much consideration, I have decided to formally name my successor. Effective immediately, my son Aser Fashire will assume the title of Crown Prince and heir to the throne of Vore upon my passing. I will convene with the officials tomorrow to begin the formal proceedings."
Silence.
Then the muttering began.
I did not hear it. I was too busy staring at the old crone, waiting for the jest to land.
It didn't come.
I went rigid in my seat.
'What?'
Everyone at our table had gone equally still.
The officials who had served this old thing for centuries stared at the King with undisguised bewilderment. Dana gripped her wine glass so tightly I half expected it to shatter.
No one could have expected this.
Even Effer looked baffled.
