Her smile was radiant but calculated. “And your father showed exceptional grace in allowing Xül to ascend at all, especially after Morthus’s... disappointing choices.” She turned to address the table, her voice taking on a reverent quality. “Our king truly embodies restraint.” I bit the inside of my cheek. The word “restraint” applied to Olinthar made my chest twist—a complex knot of grief, rage, and the terrible knowledge of what he truly was.
