"It can't be," Asabel said, biting her lip. There was no way that the Generals she so respected could be overturned so easily, by that which appeared so simple, and thoughtless. For Skullic to lose meant for Blackwell to lose as well, for the General had positioned him there, before they had been caught up in Tiberius' overwhelming fog, believing indeed that Skullic could handle whatever was thrown at him.
So now why was it that Blackwell wore such a face riddled with doubts? Why had they all begun to doubt? Were these not the same instincts of House Black that had guided them to the current position in the war that they were? They should not have managed to cause as much of a disturbance as they had. Once, victory over the High King seemed a distant thought, but under Blackwell's leadership, and with Oliver Patrick's victory over the Emersons, it had started to glimmer not just as a probability, but a strong one.
