Theo was true to his word, and quick about it. It felt as though only mere moments went by before Sirre Firesell was at the door to the King’s chambers. He bowed low to both the King and to Lyria.
“The prisoner that Duke Greyfur sniffed out is waiting in the cells,” Sirre Firesell said. “She is in the fourth cell to the left from the main staircase. An area for Queen Lyria to listen, undetected, has been set up in the fifth cell to the right. That can be easily accessed through the servants’ stairs. Your Highness, I will escort you,” he added to Lyria.
“Thank you Sirre Firesell,” she said graciously. She was loath to leave the side of her husband, to step away from the warmth and safety of his embrace. But she knew it was only a fantasy. Until they could be sure no more spies lurked in t
