Lenora's POV
I wrote four letters and burned three of them.
The fourth I folded and held for a long time before I finally sealed it. Not because the words were wrong — I'd gotten the words right by the second draft — but because sending it required committing to a direction I'd been circling for weeks.
I sent it with the market trader's courier system. Anonymous, as all my communications were. He would know it was from me.
The ceremony is six weeks away. I need the guard rotation schedule for that night. I also need to know who Marcelline has placed in the council chamber in the last three months. New appointments, recent promotions, anyone whose loyalty was purchased rather than earned. — L
His response came back in two days.
A packet — heavy, sealed, with his handwriting: You'll ne
