Where now are kings and where are the men who passed this way before you?
Snap!
"Where are they?" a frustrated spymaster snapped at the newest spy in their court.
Stroke & slap hadn't worked, honeying her voice hadn't worked, threats hadn't worked, blackmail, and being just plain mean… None of it had worked, and quite frankly, Alianne Crow was at her wit's end. However, the spymaster of the Isles was careful not to show it.
In her head, the wheels of her brain were moving…
Again, the accused repeated the line that had grown, oh, so familiar, to Aly, "My king will save me, and I will be done."
Then, in all of her work as Dove's spymaster these years, Alianne Crow snapped as she never had before. Abruptly, she stood up, pushing the table over. The spy remained unfazed. Aly strode out of the room, stopping just before she crossed the threshold, "Where is your king now?"