The next morning, feeling somewhat calmer, Lyria formed a plan.
“Navaill,” she asked, her voice sweet. “How would I get into the city if I wanted to?”
“Oh, well,” the servant hesitated, setting down a fresh pot of fragrant ginger and jasmine tea. “You would need to ask your delegation to send a Warrior with you. It’s a rule for anyone staying the castle that they be accompanied by two Warriors, one of the King’s Warriors and one of your pack.”
“Surely not everyone is subject to that rule?” Lyria’s voice was verging on cloying. She rarely had to use her charms to get her way. Back in Winding Road, people left her alone to get on with whatever she wanted. Anything she couldn’t get herself, she asked Aertis for. “I can’t imagine any time the servants wish to go into town they must ask for
