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couldn’t make out any individual words amid the enraged shouts. Not that he cared to, anyway. He had made his decision, which meant that everyone else could eat a dick.
    Between the hole in the wall, the glasses both previously and currently being smashed, and the rising voices all directed at Sehn, it was safe to say that the meeting wasn’t proceeding quite as smoothly as Patrick had intended, which caused Sehn to laugh. He loved it when things didn’t go according to Patrick’s plan, because the prince always acted like such a bitch and deserved to have things not succeed.
    As if to intentionally prove Sehn’s point, Patrick traveled from chair to chair, trying to soothe his hastily assembled court and bring it back to order, while snobby men and women pointed their fingers at Sehn and shouted threats, several with foam in their mouths.
    When the tension showed no sign of letting up, and the voices turned from shouts into outright screams, Saerina was the one to bring an end to things. “Enough!” her voice thundered. She clapped her hands together, and despite the half-dozen windows letting in the bright noon rays of sunshine into the war room, it became as dark as night. For just a moment, nothing could be seen or even heard. During this short period, Sehn feared he’d been blinded, because he held his hands in front of his face and saw only blackness. Somehow, Saerina had drained the place of all light. It was like the inside of a cave, only darker.
    An instant later, the light returned, and Sehn saw the look of fear on the faces of everyone present. For the first time since Sehn had arrived, they feared something other than the Champion. Thinking of his minion, Sehn shot a quick glance at the Champion. Even he seemed thunderstruck by the uncanny display of power.
    Sehn was the first to break the silence. “W-what…what have you all gone quiet for?” he asked, the sound of his voice now the only noise in the room. “I could do that too if I really wanted. You could as well, right, my minion?”
    The Champion shook his head. “No, I don’t think I could d—”
    Sehn stomped on the floor. “I said! You could do that too, right, Champion!”
    “Yes,” the Champion whispered. “I could do that too.”
    Fucking Saerina
! Sehn growled in his mind.
Always trying to one-up me and my servants
.
I am going to get her back for this humiliation
.
    With order restored, Patrick looked to Saerina, who bowed her head and motioned for him to continue. Patrick licked his upper lip. His usual regal confidence was replaced by uncertainty. Rather than speak, he left his chair and walked the distance to the Champion, standing beside Sehn. The rest of the room watched in silence as the prince stood toe to toe with the being who, only several hours prior, had engaged him in combat and humiliated him. It filled Sehn with such pride to recall how his minion had thrown around two princes as though they were mere things for his amusement.
    “Ask it to answer my questions,” Patrick said. “I want to ask this Item a few questions of my own.”
    Sehn shrugged. “Very well, then, but you’ll have to pay the—”
    “This is no time for a question-answering tax! And may the Gods curse me for even knowing you’d say that.”
    Sehn wanted to threaten the prince, but somehow he knew Cah’lia was burning a hole into the back of his head with her eyes. So instead he curled his nose and nodded. “Champion, answer this fool’s questions.”
    “As you wish,” he whispered. “Ask away, human.”
    Patrick inhaled. “Why do you now serve Sehn instead of your former master? Did you not serve the one who wears the Hawk mask before choosing to switch sides?”
    “I did,” the Champion acknowledged. “But this elf”—he pointed to Sehn—“is similar to my former master. Those of his kind are able to command me.”
    “And if you are again subdued by your former master, will you rejoin his side?”
    “Yes.”
    Patrick turned