After squeezing every last drop of information out of Lionel, the picture becomes clearer, sharper, a little uglier around the edges.
One: we'll need to infiltrate Renia for a covert rescue operation to retrieve Lionel's sister.
Two: someone inside my own government is collaborating with Renia to force me out of office. Lionel doesn't know who.
Convenient for them. Inconvenient for me.
Three: whatever his reasons, Lionel still broke his vow as a soldier. There's only one direction betrayal takes you, and it's never upward.
Four: Renia has no idea what my organization is truly building.
Good. The less they know, the more time my people have before someone tries to burn down the entire operation.
By the time I'm done with my appointments in Crown Palace, the sky has already given up its last light. My motorcade cuts through the quiet streets toward my private residence.
Stannis greets me at the door. "Good evening, sir."
