Tiberon Drakenfell sat in his chair the way mountains sit on continents. His eyes moved to Voidfang, unhurried, because a king whose reaction time is slow is a king whose authority cannot be destabilized, and that was exactly what Voidfang was trying to do.
Tiberon said nothing, holding Voidfang's gaze with the same immovable silence he had maintained since Serena walked through the doors. The silence was a fortress with its drawbridge up and its walls fully staffed, and the siege was welcome to continue for as long as the besiegers found it entertaining.
Voidfang broke the silence first. "The council is owed a response, Drakenfell. Your silence on this matter is itself a statement, and the statement is ambiguous. Ambiguity at a war council is a luxury we cannot afford."
