Claude pov

It was boring.

 The talks. The meetings. The strategies.

 All of it—utterly boring. For the past few days I’d been stuck in the study, listening to my brothers, Verya, and the old man drone on. Their faces were as plain and serious as their words.

They debated how we would launch the attack on the camp where that bastard hid, how to move without drawing attention, how to make sure the rogue leader didn’t slip away.

Half the time I nearly dozed off.

 Why? Because it ...