Yeren received the note Andon held out.
His gaze flicked over the untidy and barely legible scrawl in the script.
"What do you advise I do?" He leaned closer to ask.
"Give him a fair hearing… but not in the presence of the other council members, lest they tie your hands with their subtle threats - what Lord Straught lacks for wisdom, they say, he makes up with pride."
"Send him in, then."
"No, Your Grace. You must punish him for insolently demanding your immediate attention. Keep him waiting an hour or… two."
He cracked a grin at Andon's antics.
"Very well. I will do as you say."
Andon bowed and left.
Another person stepped into the throne room for a hearing.
Yeren sat at the throne. It was boring to listen to complaints that didn't concern him for a better part of his day.
