Tothmor
Each morning after Leander had departed to take up position at the walls, Theodora moved to the council chamber. On the tenth day of the siege, she was barely out of the royal wing when her steward approached her. "Philon," she greeted him with a nod. "You are eager to see me this morning."
"Your Majesty," he answered with a bow and fell into pace next to her. "Count Argolis told me last night, but I did not wish to disturb you. He intends to proceed with laying claim to Sithonia on behalf of his eldest son."
"He knows I am opposed to it," Theodora said, her voice reverberating between anger and weariness. "I will not allow his son to rule two counties."
"Alas, we have not been able to find any stronger chain of inheritance," the steward said with regret. "If you forbid this, you cannot do so founded in law."