He watched her leave. He did not warn the other conspirators. He did not hide her. He simply went back to his wine and his warm fire and his mother’s expensive medicines.
The third crack was gold. Not a bribe. A pension. The king, in a gesture of “gratitude for continued counsel,” assigned Valerius a stipend large enough to maintain his estate, his servants, his aging mother’s physicians. Valerius almost refused. But his mother’s tremors had worsened. The physicians were expensive. And hadn’t he earned this? Hadn’t he bled enough? corruption of champions all text
He refused again. But that night, he did not sleep. He walked the empty training grounds, running his thumb along the edge of his old sword. If the law is already corrupt, is it not the highest virtue to break it? He had spent his life defending the idea of Aethelburg. But if the idea was a lie, then what was he defending? His own legend. He watched her leave
“This is necessity ,” Orran replied, and his voice had the texture of rust. “The merchants paid for your statue. They did not pay for my army’s loyalty. I need you to stand beside me when I break them. Not for me. For the starving children you once carried from fires.” He simply went back to his wine and