Vorinth Nesturo. The name sent a shudder down my spine and tail, and caused my chest to tighten. There was some faint shouting outside, and somewhere, I was aware of hostile souls entering my aura, but none of that registered.
"What did you say?" I whispered.
"King Vorinth. He ascended to the throne after the death of his father and brother just two weeks before," the man said. "As soon as he did, Radia pledged full allegiance to the Church of the Divine. He was only the second prince, you know. They said it was a demonkin cult that ambushed King Rixen and Prince Alric, but many of us suspect foul play. It was too convenient, right after the king had rejected the Pope's proposal. And what's more--"
"Quiet," a Fatesworn barked. "Don't speak unless spoken to."
