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"We don't know if these men had anything to do with that." Cirges pointed out. "For all we know they weren't even in Thorkhan Park."

Jovron looked over at Doraleous. "Your fort is nearby here. Can you keep these men there as prisoners?"

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The Castallen nodded and led him inside, towards the throne room.

When they entered she introduced Rodwell to Perien. "Your highness, the Prince Rodwell Auld of Shornhelm."

"Ah, Emeric's son. Welcome." The old Breton said, gesturing for the Prince to approach.

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"Why do you care about that?" He asked.

"Answer the question or I'll gut you here and now." She replied angrily, her dagger digging into the old man's back.

Ancois wasn't a brave man, he feared death, so he complied. "Very well. It was all that Bosmer's idea, him and Duke Roland...well King Roland now. They were the ones that contacted me and brought me into it, along with King Damian."

"Bosmer. What Bosmer?" She questioned.

"The Master of Whispers, Perien's Master of Whispers." the Lord revealed.

"So...it was Perien that planned this. He killed my family." Arielle said.

"Your family....are you?" He asked, but felt the dagger pierce his back. "Argh..." he moaned painfully.

"Unlike with your guards, this poison will kill you in seconds." She whispered to him and pulled out the dagger from the old Lord's back.

As Lord Ancois fell to the ground, dying, Arielle stood over him. "One down."