Sheets~
Nigel Willoughby
Jorendon
Nigel lingered outside as Pawley drove the carriage away. The twilight ride home from the palace had done nothing to ease the day’s stress.
After months spent dispatching envoys armed with his full arsenal of flattery, threats, and bribes, Nigel was still uncertain which Erusian monarchs he could count out of the fray. Even an exquisitely staged sailing accident and an intentionally overt poisoning had backfired on him. A couple of fiery eulogies from Deighton and Nigel had created martyrs out of pawns.
He sighed up at the light in an upstairs window. He was not looking forward to telling Lucinda her efforts had been wasted. Perhaps a brisk walk instead.
The streetlamp hissed and went black. Shadows stretched and darkened.
“This grows tiresome, Capt
