I step through the door that leads into my father"s receiving room, nodding to the guards as I pass. This is the only place in the palace where I"ll go without my own bodyguard, though I have to admit that I miss Nahresi"s steady presence and Cleo"s soft rumbles from where the lioness normally sits beside me.
But I don"t need protection from my father.
"Iset," he says, his eyes lighting up as he sees me.
I hurry over to him and give him a hug, appraising him carefully and trying to see if I notice the same tiredness in him that I have the last few times I"ve seen him. I think he might be overdoing it at the moment, but I can never tell him that without him thinking that I"m interfering.
And as he keeps reminding me, I"m not his co-regent yet, which means that I don"t get to tell him wh
