There was no point in overthinking it.
Darin had spent far too much time doubting, hesitating, and second-guessing every move he made. But that wasn't going to work anymore.
The world didn't wait for people who hesitated.
The Church wasn't waiting. The nobles weren't waiting. The people, divided as they were, weren't waiting.
And if he stood still, if he let things spiral out of control—then he lost.
It was that simple.
He could almost hear old man Hector from the village, a grizzled farmer who had absolutely no patience for fools, grumbling his favorite phrase:
"Losers lose. Winners win. So stop whining and start winning."
Darin had hated that saying as a kid.
But right now?
It was exactly what he needed to hear.
He needed to win.
So, he was going to.
"Alright," Darin said, standing up. His voice was steady, firm. "Let's get this started."
Vincent grinned. "Now we're talking."