Indeed, no one bothered her as she went about her business. She stopped outside the city gates to pay for a stable room where they could house the cats, and the merchant treated her in a polite, albeit cold, manner. Nobody tried to stop her as she entered the city with Fletcher and Danisan trailing in her wake, though wary eyes followed her every move.
At the palace, two guards came forward to prevent Taeleia from entering.
“What brings you to Indrath Nazrith?” one asked.
“I am Taeleia Alenciae.” Her tone was unassuming, but at her words the soldiers straightened.
“My lady, the king has been expecting you,” said the second man, who was shorter and older. He offered her a small bow.
“Has he, now?” said Taeleia.
“If it pleases you, I’ll escort you to the throne room,” said the older gu
