But this left them with no one to fill the vacancy yet again.
By the Fates.
Cethin pressed his thumb and forefinger against his eyes at the realization he would be sitting at this table for the next several hours debating the merits of this person and that person. What was Kailia doing right now? Were they still in their rooms?Or was Razik escorting her around the castle? Giving her the tour thatheshould be giving her?
What if Razik took her into the city?
“What are we going to do now?” Lord Harlin demanded.
“I suppose we’ll have to discuss options,” Cethin said with a sigh. “Who were we choosing between when we selected Jarek?”
“There was Annalise from Oseson,” Lady Mariel offered.
“But that would be two advisors from the same territory,” Lord Tovan argued. “That’s why we decided against her.”
“The options were someone from Aimonway or someone from Lady Nessira’s territory,” Lord Harlin agreed.
“Corveth Astor was the option from Everfall,” Zayan cut in, having taken the vacant seat for the time being. “He’s younger, but very involved in the affairs of the city.”
“Involved, how?” Cethin asked.
“Looks after orphans and widows, from my understanding. Volunteers his time and gives much to local businesses.”
“Have I met him?”
“Once while visiting Lady Nessira, but it was very brief,” Zayan replied. “He was not born noble, but he does serve on the council in Everfall and is highly respected among the citizens.”
“And we all agree he is the best candidate following Jarek’s rejection?”
There were several agreeable murmurs that led to Zayan sending a summons with his magic. The silence was thick as the minutes passed before the male was announced and let into the council chamber.
The male pushed a hand through his black hair, strands immediately falling back across his brow and into his grey eyes. Clearly nervous at being summoned before the king, Cethin could see the beads of sweat forming on his brown skin. He wore brown pants and a black tunic with boots that were covered in mud.
Bowing deeply, he waited until Cethin bid him to rise, then he stood silently and waited.
“Corveth Astor, welcome,” Cethin said.
“Thank you, your grace,” he replied. The words were strong, but his fidgeting betrayed him.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why you were asked here.”
He gave a nervous chuckle. “You could say that.”
“As you are likely aware, there is a vacancy on this council. It is on their recommendation that I am offering you that seat,” Cethin replied.
The male’s eyes widened with each word, and now he stared back at Cethin in astonishment.
“Do you accept?”
“I… Me?” Corveth asked.
Cethin smiled warmly. “That is what was stated. Your reputation precedes you. Your kindness, compassion, and generosity are all traits that I find valuable in someone who helps make decisions for this kingdom. I believe your presence on this council would be a valuable asset to Avonleya.”
“I am honored, your grace,” Corveth replied. “But this is very sudden. Can I request some time to process?”
Forcing himself to stay pleasant, Cethin said, “Of course, but please understand this matter is urgent.”
“I will have an answer for you by the time the moon rises,” Corveth answered.
