'Yes!'  Rhys thought triumpantly.  'I was with her
last night, and she goes running off to the doctor this 
morning!  I AM KING!!!!'
 
Rhys looked at Galen.  'You know you couldn't have
been king.  You neither, Nicca.'
 
He glanced at Doyle.  'Finally, I will get to
command you.  Merry is only mortal.  I will be king for
centuries.  I can chose Laurella as my consort.  She won't 
have a choice and neither will you.  I have lusted for her 
for centuries.  Now, in a few decades, she will be mine.'  
His gaze shifted to Frost.  'You, I might have to kill.  Not 
right away, but in a decade or so.  She loves you, and you 
love her.  You might find a way to challenge me, and kill 
me to be with her.  Can't have that.'
 
Rhys looked at Nicca again.  'You will be putty in my hands.  
I can easily manipulate you to be my Darkness.  Mine to do
the dirty work.  The killings.'
 
Rhys' eye fell on Kitto as the half goblin darted into his 
tent.  'Yes, run scared.  You will all pay for what was done 
to me.  I will never visit the horrors that Andais has onto
the court, but the Goblins will pay.  We will never sign a 
treaty again.  You, Kitto, will never lay hands on her again.'
 
'Yes, it will be good to be king,' Rhys thought.  He
smiled at the other Ravens smugly.