She now knew part of HOW they were pulling off whatever it was, and that it was something elaborate and involved lots of people, but still had no idea... what it would be. And if they were relaxed enough about it to take Maria into their bed and give her the information they did, that meant it couldn’t be stopped at this point.She finished the cigarette. She didn’t usually do that. She was letting something she hadn’t been able to figure out and couldn’t stop get to her; and she had more important. “Three and counting,” I whispered. “Looks like I got a way to go to keep up with you guys.” Heather said she better get back before Richard came looking, and after peeking out the door, trotted down the hall. After hearing her door close, I went back to our room where Danny was waiting. “I’ll bet Heather is mad,” he said forlornly. I assured him that she was embarrassed, but not to worry about it, we all knew what was happening, so it wasn’t as if there was a big secret out. Danny stood. "That is enough!" Eamon shouted, pointing at Mother Hannah. "Stop this farce at once." Your Grace, this is most irregular-" Mother Hannah began, looking baffled.Eamon cut her off, pointing at me instead. "You!" He turned to Alistair. "I might have expected something like this from her, but I thought better of you. How dare you be so selfish? I have told you that Ferelden requires-" Actually, Uncle, Ferelden will be just fine, thank you. This wedding was my idea. And it's probably the only. Interrupting. Me.” He shoved the man back into his chair before he stood up, and slammed his palms down on the glass table. Fuck these elders and their pompous garbage. “Shut the fuck up, and listen, you simple, myopic fool. Damien is not Lucas, just as I am not Viktor. Damien is willing to revive the Lancea et Sanctum, with the sole purpose of preaching his religion. And not the ‘dominate everything’ version either.” He offered Maria a small glance before looking back to Garry, and the Prince..