"What do you mean we're to dine with you?" Groans my mother.
Just as we were finished getting ready for dinner, my father arrived to tell us that it would be a 'family' dinner tonight. He wants us to dine in his private salon. Me, my mother, him, and the rest of his concubines and children. Honestly, it doesn't sound appealing, but I knew something like this would happen sooner or later. It was to be expected that he would want me to become acquainted with the rest of my siblings. He probably expects us all to be close, which is a laughable idea. But a dinner with them might be one way to narrow down my suspects of poison throwing rats.
"Yrsa, is it really that much to ask? I want to get to know my daughter better, and I'm sure her brothers and sisters would like to spend time with her,
