CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Sebastian had always thought that he’d understood the business of ruling, but the sheer scale of the things he had to deal with managed to take even him a little by surprise. Keeping on top of the events of the kingdom meant gathering information from every corner of it, and that, it seemed, meant report after report, from both messengers and the crowd of lords and ladies who clustered in the great hall with seemingly nothing better to do.
“Your Majesty,” a courtier said. “More refugees have arrived at the city, saying that their villages have been burned.”
“Find space for them,” Sebastian ordered the man.
“Soon there will be no space,” he muttered. “Shouldn’t we turn at least a few away?”
“And if I were to turn you out of your home, my lord?” Sebastian countered. “If
