Preparations must be made. The man gave her a quick, sullen glance. All the grief has been burned out of me, she told herself. He glimpsed black hands buried in white fur, swollen dark fingers tightening around his direwolf's throat.
The talk is you and the queen had angry words last night. Your Grace, he said, it is not seemly that the king should ride into the melee. I fear this is only the beginning. No one mocked him in his bedchamber, but he would not live his life in bed.
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