Chapters (54)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Maps
- Chapter 1 - An Evening’s Entertainment
- Chapter 2 - Night Work
- Chapter 3 - Beka Cavish
- Chapter 4 - Alec Gets a Bit of Exercise
- Chapter 5 - Whispers in the Dark
- Chapter 6 - Ulia
- Chapter 7 - Wheel Street
- Chapter 8 - A Glittering Evening
- Chapter 9 - Patrons of the Arts
- Chapter 10 - Teus
- Chapter 11 - Sin and Sociability
- Chapter 12 - Strangers in the Night
- Chapter 13 - The Golden Crane
- Chapter 14 - Making an Impression
- Chapter 15 - Rubbing Shoulders with Royalty
- Chapter 16 - Complexities
- Chapter 17 - Intrigue
- Chapter 18 - Brader
- Chapter 19 - Picnics and Partisans
- Chapter 20 - Reports
- Chapter 21 - How to Burgle a Friend
- Chapter 22 - Change of Plans
- Chapter 23 - Malthus
- Chapter 24 - Spies in the Ranks
- Chapter 25 - Inside Work
- Chapter 26 - Lord Seregil Distinguishes Himself
- Chapter 27 - Valerius Investigates
- Chapter 28 - Ruby Lane
- Chapter 29 - Accusations
- Chapter 30 - An Unexpected Turn of Foul Luck
- Chapter 31 - Hunting Ravens
- Chapter 32 - Stealth and Stones
- Chapter 33 - In the Ravens’ Wake
- Chapter 34 - A Night at the Theater
- Chapter 35 - From Bad to Worse
- Chapter 36 - Honor
- Chapter 37 - The Hunt, Interrupted
- Chapter 38 - Grief
- Chapter 39 - News from the North
- Chapter 40 - Basket Street
- Chapter 41 - Mika
- Chapter 42 - Plenimar
- Chapter 43 - Nightrunning
- Chapter 44 - Luck in the Shadows
- Chapter 45 - Life, Death, and Magic
- Chapter 46 - Phoria’s Return
- Chapter 47 - Watermead
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Other Books by This Author
“The actor, Atre,” Seregil admitted reluctantly. “From what he heard, Malthus was the voice of reason.” He paused. “Again, if you bring this all to light now, it will look like Klia is in the middle of it.”
“But I assure you, she isn’t!” Thero quickly put in. “I’ve had it from her lips, and I have no reason to doubt her.”
That earned another raised eyebrow from the prince. “Perhaps you’re not the most objective judge, when it comes to Klia?”
“Your Highness, I—”
Korathan waved that aside. “I must tell you, I don’t like any of this, or your keeping it from me for so long. From now on you’ll all keep me apprised.”
“Of course, Highness,” said Thero, bowing with the others.
Korathan turned to Seregil. “I understand you two are playing with my niece again today.”
“We have that honor.”
“That’s good. You can keep an eye on Reltheus and the others for me. I’ll make certain the queen understands your sudden interest in Elani.”
“Thank you.” It seemed they’d improved their standing with Korathan since that day at the archery lists.
“Well, go on, then. It’s not polite to keep the princess royal waiting.”
“Of course.”
In the corridor Alec let out a pent-up breath. “That went fairly well. Didn’t it?”
“Considering the alternatives, yes,” said Thero, looking equally relieved. “Good luck and good hunting.” With that he went off the way they’d come.
Seregil straightened Alec’s coat collar and brushed a wisp of hair behind his ear. “There, all presentable to ‘play’ with the princess.”
Another page led them down the long succession of corridors that took them through the public areas to the royal living quarters. Seregil could have found his way on his own, though it had been a long time since he’d lived here. The queen’s suite was the largest, with its own garden. The other royals lived in the same wing, the highest ranking closest to the queen. Seregil’s old room had been far away at the other end.
Elani occupied the spacious suite next to the queen’s quarters, rooms that had once belonged to Phoria. Her mother’s were next to hers on the other side, and Korathan’s suite lay just across the hallway, although the prince also had his own villa in the Noble Quarter and spent the majority of his free time there.
Seregil was familiar with Korathan’s rooms, but not Elani’s, as he hadn’t spent much time with Phoria in her youth.