¬ Fashire
The silence that followed was absolute.
Then it shattered.
Voices erupted across the courtyard. Shocked exclamations, outraged protests, the sharp crack of a wine glass shattering against stone as someone's grip failed them. At the grand table, the officials stared at me as if I had grown a second head.
Some grew pale and Maren's mouth hung open in undisguised horror.
Iacob let out a bark of incredulous laughter. "You cannot be serious."
"I am entirely serious."
The King sat up. "What is the meaning of this? You dare would dare place a measly human in that seat." A smile crawled up his lips. He chuckled. "Do you even hear yourself?"
I shrugged. "It is my decision. I would make her whatever I please."
He looked genuinely confused.
An official rose from his seat further down the table. His expression was a mask of controlled disbelief. "That is a human. Surely even you must recognize the absurdity of—"
