Chapter 220

Blam.

They came to my room because the council chambers felt too public for the words we needed to speak.

The hall had already been used for the ritual of bread and truth; this was going to be the ritual of planning.

The light here was softer, the rugs newer, the one crooked chair that had once been mine in Florence now bearing the weight of men used to iron and ink.

Here, with the curtains hal