Dobry Manor
Ogni Territory,
Rodakrov
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"You know he killed him. Bozhidar may have been mad, but he wasn't suicidal."
Svetu looked over to Ivon, a strong brow cocked.
"Opinions are running wild, I see. Still, regicide is hardly a reason to rescind fealty. That's precisely how the Kazbirati's gained the throne, after all."
"But what of patricide?"
The duchess sighed, not bothering to offer Rurik a look. He was just saying it to stoke the fire. As if he really cared this way or that whether Nikolai committed such an act. The big oak of a man reminded Svetu of a moose. Strong, obstinate, and steady. But occasionally, a flicker of foxlike troublemaking could be glimpsed in his green gaze.
"No different than regicide. Thank you for your enlightening input, Rurik."
His amusement took the form of a gruff exhale.
"An animal that is suffering is put out of its misery."
