Chapter Four: Two Orders, One Expendable Prince

He stared at the scale and did not reach for it. Ysolde seized the weakness. “Are you afraid?” “The master of ceremony has no right to touch royal blood.” “Yet you requested royal custody.” Cassian tapped the table. He understood as well: Mordred did not know too little about the imprint. He knew too much. Lain closed his hand. “Since no one can safely hold it, let us discuss the second matter. Two legions are moving toward White Ridge. Should the council not determine who has decided to begin a war in Father’s name?” The chamber erupted. “Are you accusing me?” Cassian asked. “I am asking whether your legion is going to White Ridge.” “It is not.” Crimson lie-flame kindled. Lain turned to Ysolde. “Will you deny it as well?”