Spymaster
Lord Kellen’s POV I’m busy. I’m always busy. But this is on a whole other level. There isn’t anyone else I’d entrust my job to. I write my notes on paper—a dangerous thing to do for someone in my position—but even I need to visualise sometimes. The scrap will have to be destroyed immediately though. All of them will have to be burned. My head aches with the amount of information I need to analyse. I study the short missive from Rinidae; a letter handed to me by my assistant who had just returned from her time off with her husband. A quick scan told me that Rinidae had cast a spell on Prince Alexander, but that he didn’t know if it worked as it was rather experimental, he had been caught off guard and his window of opportunity was too small for him to be certain. I sighed
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