"More or less." Elena sighs, letting her elbows rest against the table. "Hesiod's people saw us as remainders of the old regime, the King wanted one of us to be Tristan's mate quickly, to end the war and everyone who was team Tristan wanted us to help encourage him to fight for change - but real change, not the kind that came at the hands of a madman and murderer. It was pretty much hell breaking loose."