In the last twenty-four hours since Edgar’s execution. Everything had become hectic, maids were rushing around the palace wondering who they were left to serve, while guards were patrolling empty rooms as the captain asked more than once who they needed to protect now. I was the only person left alive to mourn either death but choose not to. I had focused my attention on gaining the support of the houses that bribed Edgar.
I needed to know where Marcus was at as I needed an inconspicuous guard outside of the palace. He had always hated wearing the armor, complaining that it was too heavy, and too loud for any decent guard. I finally had a job for the captain. “Captain!” I called, across the throne room, from under my piles of scrolls.
“Yes, my lady!” The captain answered, immediately by
