Ignatious rose from where he knelt, and for a moment, everyone in the Great Hall held their breath.
"Thank you, High Priest Aubin," Ignatious said, his rich, velvet voice carrying to every corner of the hall without effort. "The Inquisition must answer for…"
"You will answer to me," Owain said from the oak throne.
Now that he sat upon the oak throne, he seemed to have regathered his composure and tamped down on his temper. With a row of Leufroy knights behind him and Gilander and Garrik at his side, he radiated the commanding presence of a warlord even if he couldn't manifest the majesty of a marquis the way his father had.
Unconsciously, the people in the great hall found themselves sitting a little straighter when he spoke, and a hush fell across the hall as people waited to hear his next words.
