Skye sat in a chair near a large table in one of the private rooms in the guild. The room was lit by candle and a fireplace, while Antony and River stood around it looking down at a map of Barron castle and plans.

Antony hummed and ran a hand through his hair. “Hm… what if we attacked the day of the wedding? His guard won’t be allowed to have weapons inside the chapel. We would only have to worry about the ones on the outside.”

River nodded. “Unless he ...