Though she knew the walls were thick, Sofia kept her voice low. Too much had happened lately to feel entirely safe even in someone’s private chambers, though she trusted Maurizio with her life. Had done so, in fact, on the road. Despite her disguise as a man, sometimes dangers had presented themselves and Maurizio had been her saviour on two occasions that she could remember. She had helped him out of hot water once too. ‘Are you aware of what the Council’s been doing to artisans?’ Maurizio seized her hands, his next words spoken with urgency. ‘Whatever you know, do not mention it outside of this room. Promise me this.’ Sofia nodded. He released her hands and continued. ‘Storytellers seem safe, but who knows how long that will last? The Council have kept their corruption hidden for a l

