amandahunt
It was a banquet set before her. She could hardly speak. When had he had time to prepare such a feast? She'd come home with every intention of ending things, but here he was making efforts. Trying for the first time in months. How could she walk away now?
An exchange of looks passed between the members of the group. Did they really mean to murder the king? Drolf broke the silence.
"If this is what we intend--if we all agree--then we must decide the best way in which it should be done."