"I need their support if I'm to rule," and doesn't hiss it but there is harshness in the whisper. "A Jarl without the favour of the advisors is—" incapacitated, surely. Blocked and sabotaged at every turn. She gulps, and looks at the door as she exhales, breath ragged.
"What do you expect me to do?" She is still a newcomer to this position, young and inexperienced and poorly looked upon by these people, in some regards. "You can't tear at their honour like that!"
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"What do you expect me to do?" She is still a newcomer to this position, young and inexperienced and poorly looked upon by these people, in some regards. "You can't tear at their honour like that!"