"The king picked up his goblet, swirling the wine inside. 'I didn't receive word that your legion was here.' "They're not." Chaol braced for the execution order, praying he wouldn't be the one to do it. The king said, "I told you to bring them, General." "Here, I was thinking you wanted the plesure of my company."
"But the king was frowning. "I expected you a month ago." Aedion actually had the nerve to shrug. "Apologies. The Staghorns were slammed with a final winter storm. I left when I could." Every person in the hall held their breath." --