Her head lifted. Not just at the words, but
at how close he sat. “Where are we going,
then?”
Aedion surveyed his suit of armor, oiled
and waiting on a dummy across the tent. “Sol
and Ravi will take some of their men back to
the coast to make sure that we don’t encounter
any more attacks from the sea. They’ll
rendezvous with what’s left of the
Wendlynian fleet while Galan and his soldiers
stay with us. We’ll march as one army down
to the border.”
“The other lords voted against it.” Indeed
they had, the old fools.
He’d danced with treason for the past
decade. Had made it an art form. Aedion
smiled slightly. “Leave that to me.”
The Bane were loyal to none but Aelin
Galathynius.