All eyes lay on Jocelynn as she faced the assembled court. Some in the hall, like High Priest Aubin, wore calm, impassive gazes as Jocelynn resumed her explanation. Matters of taxes and tithes were of some concern to the Church, but their greater concern was the demon attacks themselves. Everything else was a distraction from fighting the root of the evil that had lashed out at the western territories.
The lords were the most anxious, though each for their own reasons. Baron Otker looked on with obvious anticipation, hoping to hear how the Dunns would be brought to heel by this disaster, while Liam Dun narrowed his eyes as if he would be able to see a trap spun from the young lady's words.
Yet no matter how people looked at her, Jocelynn kept her eyes on the only men who mattered. Owain. Bors. Loman. In the end, those three would determine whether her plans had a chance or not.
