Chapter 89 A Price To Pay

• The throne room of the capital was a graveyard of marble and gold, its once-pristine floors now cracked and stained with the evidence of the battles that had raged through its halls. I stood before the Obsidian Throne—my throne now—surveying the assembled lords and ladies who had survived the political upheaval of the past weeks.
• "Your Majesty," Lord Harwick began, his voice carefully neutral despite the fear I could see in his eyes.
• "The northern provinces are still experiencing difficulties with the dimensional aftereffects of your working."