“I don’t stand with the Truthbringers,” I say. “I stand with Tycho. If he would fight for you, so will I.” “Tycho risked his position at court for you,” the king says. “He risked his life for you.” I inwardly flinch, then blink sweat out of my eyes. “I know.” I draw a shaky breath and watch blisters erupt on my fingers where they grip the chain. “I know.” “Make it worth it.”
