Chapter 13
“Nilla”―Bertrand didn’t look up from the glowing ring―“this is Miss Trent, my apprentice from across the sea come to help in my work. Miss Trent, this is Nilla. She makes an excellent cup of tea.”
“Huh.” Nilla tossed her dark hair over her shoulder. “Well, if tea is all you value me for, I guess I’ll go back to my room.”
“Bring Miss Trent a proper meal, if you would.” Bertrand grabbed a magnifying glass from under the table and peered down at the ring.
“Miss Trent needs a meal?” Nilla sauntered over to the tea tray where two purple patterned tea cups waited. Nilla snapped her fingers, conjuring a third, brown mug. “Will Miss Trent be staying in the house?”
“For as long as she remains in Sarana,” Bertrand said.
“And how long will that be?” Nilla poured tea into the three cu
