“Consider I have no intent of pleasing Ovi’ in order to attain their vote,” said Corvin. Esor kept his gaze upon his knees through this exchange, but looked up when Corvin reached over to take Esor’s hand. “U|tarso:d has shown limitless loyalty to the Kovemiser. We will remember after my accession.” We, he said, because Esor was now one of them—a lovely figure in draped black whose food was served by servant hands and grown by enslaved blood, like any Kovemiser.

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