“So you believe that your god king brother would’ve changed his mind due to the opinion of your commoner lover?” I glance to the side. I will admit: put that way, it doesn’t seem as likely. “Or do you believe your fate was sealed when Chul ran to the king and, in front of the entire Council of the Lords, told them how you were hunting convicts of Idle Prison, killing them in the forest for your own amusement—in violation of, let’s say, a half dozen Yusanian laws? In addition to it just not sounding all that great?”
