“I knew she was the one in blue,” Bruni admitted. “There aren’t very many other women her height. But I didn’t know Dashski was her father.”
“All this is in history books?” I asked, hoping to change the subject. Bruni would not easily forgive me for failing to share all the information I had. I vowed to do better.
“It’s in old etiquette primers,” she said. “Faffa actually found them in the library.”
“So Dashski really doesn’t know much about being a king,” I mused.
“Not if he had to go so old-fashioned,” Bruni said and snorted. “By the by, how do you know so much about nobility? Were you a stable boy or something like that?”
“Something like that,” I said easily. “Before The Camp, I actually lived in a castle for some time.”
“Interesting,” Bruni said. “You never seemed to want to talk
