Fadawah said, ‘I become King.’
His ringer outlined the coast between Krondor and Ylith. ‘The Kingdom’s Western Capital is in ruins, and no law exists between it and Ylith.’ He considered his options. ‘Yes, King of the Bitter Sea. How does that sound?’
Nordan bowed. ‘It sounds . . . appropriate, Your Majesty.’
Fadawah laughed as the cool fall wind blew outside the tent.