Gregory’s shoulders dropped, a look of profound relief washing over his scarred face. He pressed his fist over his heart and bowed deeply. "Thank you, My Queen. Your judgment is fair."
Elder Thomas let out a disgruntled huff, but he too bowed his head, knowing he had gotten off easy compared to what the King might have done. "Understood, Your Majesty."
"Excellent," I said, a satisfying rush of accomplishment warming my chest. "Sam, log the agreement and ensure the repairs are inspected by the end of the week."
"Consider it done, My Queen," Sam replied smoothly. He made a quick notation in his thick leather binder, then motioned for the two men to exit the hall. As the guards escorted the bickering neighbors out through the massive double doors, Sam looked back up at the dais, a faint, g
