Chapter 7
Taryn

“Now is the best time to strike” Ser Arien clapped his fist on the table, raising his voice. The sound echoed in the room.

“We are in the middle of snowfall; the harvest is poor. If they are in trouble, so are we,” Ser Grander replied calmly, sitting on his wooden bench. She looked into Arien’s eyes as he retorted with a frowning look, dissatisfied with the answer.

Taryn took the glass cup from the table and sipped wine while his lords quarreled with each other.

Ser Grander continued to destroy every idea proposed by the men around her. The more proposals he discarded, the more enraged the lords were, and they raised their voices, fueling discontent.

The men continued to argue with each other, Taryn observed them silently with the cup near her lips, while with her index finger, she tapped on it; her elbow was resting on the armrest of her seat.

Sitting next to her, Ser Grander. He was one of her eldest lords and the only one she could trust blindly. Grander was like a fathe
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