His lips thin. “Why are you here? Why are you telling me this?” “Because—because I’m worried about you.” He laughs and folds his arms across his chest. “You’re such a liar.” “I’m not lying. Your father will be executed, Ballast. And Vil says that—” “That the same fate awaits me? No. I told you before that I will not allow the Skaandans to take Daeros. I will depose my father and rule in his stead. And the Skaandans will get the hell out of my country. Will you go with them, Brynja? Or will you lay all your cards on the table now, and join them with mine?”
