Councilman Carter sat in his study, fingers steepled under his chin, eyes fixed on the letter lying open before him. His beta in front of the desk, silent, watching and waiting.
"You're sure of this?" He asked, glancing at the beta who nodded.
"Absolutely. Lord Varrick visited the palace yesterday. Alone. No council escort. He spoke with the king for nearly an hour, and according to the guards, left… smiling."
Carter glanced at the letter again, humming, stroking his chin. "I see. He sees the king right after our meeting and leaves there smiling."
That old snake.
He knew the man was the weak link among them all, after all, he seemed to hold a grudge against Carter from all those years ago, but the council made a decision already, and no member could disobey it. Varrick, of course, didn't care.
He was such a fool.
"Anything else?" He asked.
