Chapter 287: I need your body

The silence that had blanketed the chamber was broken by Petrovil, a man whose quiet presence often belied his considerable influence in court politics.

Until now, he had watched the exchange between Lady Griselda and Aragon with the patience of a veteran strategist, weighing each word, and measuring each implication.

"I had the privilege," he began, his deep voice carrying the weight of memory, "of encountering Lord Renqinor Daewynn during the Third Border Dispute." A murmur rippled through the assembled courtiers at the mention of that legendary name. He was a man of great battle valour, and his name had reached the kingdom lands too. Only veterans like Petrovil would know.

"He was not merely a warrior of unmatched prowess, but a man who understood the true cost of conflict. In a single meeting, he transformed my understanding of what war should be—not a tool for glory but a last resort for justice."