Ristéard stared at the elderly councilman in frustration. Manderlin had come to warn him that another plot was underway to kill him. He turned to stare out the viewport, his mind churning with fury. It had been dangerous for him to leave Elpidios at this volatile time, but his hands had been tied.
He was scheduled to meet with the rest of the council in less than two hours. Manderlin had come to warn him that several of the councilmen were pushing to have him and his elite security guard arrested for treason. Treason!
“Who is pushing it?” Ristéard demanded, not turning around.
A tired sigh escaped Manderlin. “Texla and Raomlin,” the elderly councilman replied. “But, I do not think they are the ones who started it. There is someone else influencing them. You said that the Kassisan traito
