“Maybe you should talk to him,” I say to Anders.
He smiles but shakes his head at me. “You’re the Jarl here, not me. He needs to hear it from you.”
I sigh, knowing he’s right, but not wanting to deal with it. I know who we have selected will be a good and fair Jarl. Anders told me he is a great warrior, too. He’s the perfect candidate for it, but I’m sure that he won’t want it. Honestly, that is part of what makes him perfect for it.
We approach his farm and I see him outside, milking some goats. He sees us and waves in greeting as he finishes, meeting us inside his fence.
“Good morning, Anders, Jarl,” he greets us with a smile. “What can I do for you today?”
“Eleanor would like to speak with you,” Anders says, pushing me slightly ahead of him.
“Oh, yes, Jarl,” he says, s
