"Don't tell lies. I could have your head if you lied to me," Rebecca complained, not fully believing what Quentin was saying.
There was not a single conqueror who would say exactly what Quentin said. To Rebecca, it was tantamount to handing over power to the previous ruler.
Rebecca Mathilde would not easily fall for Quentin's offer, no matter how tempting it was. The woman was quite confident, Quentin must be planning something that would trap the entire Mathilde family to the edge of ruin.
"Why would I lie? I'm not setting up anything as bad as you might think," Quentin retorted.
"What is your reason for wanting to reassign the Mathilde Family as rulers of the city? Isn't it obvious that we lost the war against you?" asked Rebecca.
Quentin raised his wine glass and drank it in one sip. There was one fundamental thing that was a significant difference between Lanercoast and the White Coast, and that was the people's grouping.
