FIRE.
ANDOR
During dinner, Miriam sat opposite me. It felt deliberate like she was sending me a message saying if I made a move, I was done. I wondered if she was okay with everyone dying because of her stupidity; she had riled me up; I was already upset; I had no more qualms about killing everyone here, and it would not be my fault; their blood would be on her head.
King Andrew ate with excitement, and he was happy to have everyone around the table. His wife and kids were also present at the banquet. Floki stuffed his mouth with meat and wine. Like Bodvar and I, we had decided that if Miriam decided to cause any commotion, we would fight our way out of there with her on any of our shoulders.
The king, who had already emptied several gourds of alcohol down his throat, could barely piece together more than one word without slurring his speech started the speech.
"My family and bloodline are the most powerful. Do you know why?" He asked me.
I shook my head.