RETH
Tension coiled in his stomach like a snake. He could barely take in the conversation as Aymora explained to Elia… but did it matter? Did it matter what any of them thought, or what the law said? In the end, the thing that made his heart pound and his throat too tight was the fact that they were going to try to make him align with Lucine, in some way.
"I need to speak to my Queen," he growled. "We need time alone."
Brant opened his mouth and Reth had the distinct impression he was going to correct Reth's use of Queen, but they met eyes, and the older man closed his mouth and nodded. "We will allow you the freedom to be alone. But please, stay away from the people. Do not try to influence the outcome of this evening."
"We won't," he growled, taking Elia's hand, but before he could stride for the door, Brant caught his arm. "What?" he snarled.
The older man raised one eyebrow, and Reth paused, but didn't apologize.
