"...King Patrick," General Blackthorn said. "What he's saying starts to carry the ring of truth. Those neutral parties – there's a lot of them. The size of the army Blake could rise if they joined him… There'd be no fighting it."
"Indeed," King Patrick said, hearing him.
"He would have no trouble spinning his narrative either, Your Majesty," Verdant Idris said, though his expression appeared pained. "The manipulations of the High King would have their effect once more… We truly would have no chance to fight against it."
Desperation written there. Remorse. Every Patrick ally in that room seemed to have the wind firmly dragged out of their sails. "It happens again," a young man muttered.
"What happens, Jorah?"
