¬ Fashire
"And you should—"
"You should shut it."
Dana stood still, her eyes darting to mine in outrage. The others stopped to stare at me.
I kept walking.
She had been prattling for the past hour and I had grown sick of it.
I had spent the better part of two weeks in seclusion, when I wasn't meeting with the noble houses one by one, listening to grievances, and bringing them on board with the decision after their heads had relayed the sufficient information.
And then there had been the issue of laying that fool to rest.
It was exhausting.
It didn't take too long to fish out the resentment breeding amongst some of the nobles, particularly my sister's supporters. A lot of the others too feared me now and not in the useful way they had before. And there was hardly any respect now with what I have been doing lately.
It was understandable they would feel this way when it was actually serious that I was now taking the throne.
