Thero couldn’t tell if the prince was displeased or not, but he forged ahead with the truth. “When I had to leave her behind in Aurënen, we exchanged talismans. So I could help her if she needed it.”

“You consider yourself her protector, then.”

Thero met the prince’s gaze steadily. “I do.”

The prince looked at him for a long moment, then, with a hint of a smile, said, “Good.”

Chapter 13 - The Golden Crane

ONCE Atre had Seregil’s and Kylith’s money in hand, the actor wasted no time in moving his company to their new theater, now named the Golden Crane.

Two weeks after they’d first seen the place, Alec attended the opening performance with Seregil and Kylith. Tonight Atre was launching a new play—a lovers’ tragedy—and it was the best production so far, now that the players had the money for proper costumes, cosmetics, and scenery.

As promised, Seregil and Alec sat with Lady Kylith in the lavishly appointed patrons’ box reserved for them. A wine jar and fine cups stood waiting on a small table, with a basket of pears.

“Patronage has its pleasures,” Seregil said, selecting a piece of fruit. “We certainly have the best seats in the house.”

“And room for more,” Alec noted.

“I do hope you don’t mind, but I invited a few friends,” Kylith told them.

“Not at all. Who will be joining us?”

“Malthus and Ania, and Duke Laneus and his lovely wife, Eona. I don’t believe you know them.”

Seregil squeezed her hand. “We’re always happy to make new acquaintances, my dear.” He knew Laneus by sight; he was one of the queen’s ministers.

“I’m sure you’ll like them. Eona is such a dark beauty! Her grandmother was a Zengati princess, you know.” Kylith paused and gave Seregil a concerned look. “I’m sure she’s from one of the tribes friendly to Aurënen.”

“I’ll assume that to be the case,” Seregil replied with a smile. “Besides, you can’t blame anyone for their grandparents, now can you?”

Word of the company had certainly spread, and the seats were soon full, from the boxes crowded with nobles down to the crowded groundling area.

The rest of their party soon arrived in satin, silks, and jewels. Alec rose with Seregil and bowed to the newcomers.

“You honor us with your presence,” Seregil said, shaking hands with the two men and kissing the duchesses’ hands.

Though fair-skinned, Eona had the dark shining curls and deep violet eyes of her Zengati forebears. As Kylith had noted, she was a stunning beauty, and Alec did his best not to stare.

“Oh, I am looking forward to this!” she exclaimed, settling next to Kylith. “And I’m so glad to meet you, my lords. One hears such wicked things about you.”