A war without a single battle- and the rewards were reaped...
Even after attacking the City- Obyn openly defies the King and Queen by protecting the Murrain, rewarding them with a shrine, and openly permitting them to flaunt themselves in his lands. He smiles at the helpless fury of Matrim Kingsley's impotent throne- mocking him from his own domain as he watches more and more nobles send their children to his court to 'learn' from him.
The Misrim network grows, his power, prestige, and presence becoming more felt in the villages and minor townships across the lands. It is not Eveningstar they look to for guidance- but the cruel hand of the Misrim family.
Anastasia Misrim would no doubt be proud of her grandson now, if it weren't for the dagger still in her spine, buried in the family crypt.
As for Belon, he broods in his private chambers, rarely leaving for his sermons, letting lesser priests and priestesses to handle such ceremonies. The prestige and presence of the Church of the Morning is all but wiped out with this surrender, the kiss of a boot sealing their outright humiliation.
No more will the commonfolk view them as champions of their cause- the moral authority that will see them defended. If such a day came- it will not be anytime soon, as the lives of fifty serfs go unavenged, and their families will keenly remember this failure.
Tilverton won the day, and the sun sets on Eveningstar.