Chapter 450: The Petty Disputes of Nobles
Lucius Glaz glanced around at the other six faces in the council chamber, some were filled with anger, others with frustration, but all carried a sense of worry. Lucius felt the heavy weight of responsibility that had been thrust upon him. He knew this day would come but he thought it was decades in the future. His mother was meant to guide him through the steps on how to lead the most powerful of the city’s Houses and to navigate the dangers of this council. But Ayda Glaz was gone, like most of her army, destroyed at a skirmish in Dusk Valley.
Now the enemy was coming to finish their reckoning and if Lord Noir’s words were to be believed their army was at least twice as large as any of the reports had noted. Lucius wondered what his mother might have done in his place.
Act.
His mother’s voice echoed in his voice. She would have acted. Ayda would never have sat back and let her city be taken by savages.
Lucius stood up from his chair and the rest of the bickering council quieted. He opened his mouth to speak, but he wasn’t certain what to say. They all stared at him in questioning silence.
“Hah! Look at him, the boy is at a loss for words,” Lord Zorn Goldelm laughed. “Remind me again why he stands as the leader of this council?”
“Perhaps we should choose a new leader now?” Lady Alessandra Helene noted with a sweet edge to her voice.
“Let me guess, you’d nominate yourself?” Goldelm sneered.
“You’re words, not mine. Though I’d certainly serve better than a senile old dwarf,” Alessandra said.