Chapter 197: Embarking On A Journey

"The real objective was misdirection," Donovan said, his voice measured but firm. "He wanted us to believe the king was his target, the throne. But that was a mere illusion. He knew we were coming to the North, so his true aim must lay elsewhere– someone, rather than something."

His fingers brushed against his throat, an unconscious gesture, as if recalling the sensation of those unseen chains constricting him.