No. My uncle... I know what it looks like. But my uncle is first to cut the tongue of any man who'd speak against Deimar. He can do it, but... no one else is allowed.

( It's like this, he supposes, in many families. The grumbling, the discontent, the common front against outsiders. They're neither unique nor particular. )

Deimar doesn't mind. He bore the worst of it when he took the crown. Not from me, but... the people took convincing.