POV: Kaelira
Ronan went very still. "Paid him for what?"
"Tyren did not know the full reason," I said.
"Only that a stranger approached his father two weeks ago with gold and a letter, asking him to request formal peace talks and to make certain Tyren was part of the delegation."
"Why Tyren specifically?" Ronan asked.
"That is what I do not understand either," I said. "He thought it was strange too. His father is Beta. There was no reason it needed to be him at all, except that whoever arranged it insisted."
Ronan's jaw tightened, his eyes moving toward the east wing where the delegation's guest chambers sat dark and quiet.
"Did he see the stranger's face," Ronan asked.
"No," I said. "His father dealt with the visit alone. Tyren only knows what his father told him afterward, that
