“Even though they knew nothing of his past?”

“Even though they knew nothing of his past. And this is where the story truly becomes interesting, Katsa. For not a week after the king had named the boy his heir, the king and queen died of a sudden sickness. And their two closest advisers fell into despair and threw themselves into the river. Or so the story goes. I don’t know that there were any witnesses.”

Katsa propped herself on her elbow and stared at him.

“Do you think that strange?” he asked. “I’ve always thought it strange. But the Monsean people never questioned it, and all in my family who’ve met Leck tell me I’m foolish to wonder. They say Leck is utterly charming, even his eyepatch is charming. They say he grieved for the king and queen terribly and couldn’t possibly have had anything to do with their deaths.”

“I’ve never known this story,” Katsa said. “I didn’t even know Leck was missing an eye. Have you met him?”

“I haven’t,” Po said. “But I’ve always had a feeling I wouldn’t take to him as others have. Despite his great reputation for kindness to the small and the powerless.” He yawned and turned onto his side. “Well, and I suppose we’ll both learn soon enough whether we take to him, if things go as I expect. Good night to you, Katsa. We may reach the inn tomorrow.”

Katsa closed her eyes and listened to his breath grow steady and even. She considered the tale he’d told. It was hard to reconcile King Leck’s pleasant reputation with this story. Still, perhaps he was innocent. Perhaps there was some logical explanation.

She wondered what reception they would receive at the inn, and whether they’d be lucky enough to cross paths with someone who held the information they sought. She listened to the sounds of the pond and the breeze in the grasses.

When she thought Po had fallen asleep, she said his name aloud once, quietly. He didn’t stir. She thought his name once, quietly, like a whisper in her mind. Again, he didn’t stir, and his breathing didn’t change.

He was asleep.

Katsa exhaled, slowly.

She was the greatest fool in all the seven kingdoms.

Why, when she fought with him almost every day, when she knew every part of his body; why, when she’d sat on his stomach, and wrestled with him on the ground and could probably identify his arm hold faster than any wife would recognize the embrace of her own husband, had the sight of his arms and his shoulders so embarrassed her? She had seen a thousand shirtless men before, in the practice rooms or when traveling with Giddon and Oll. Raffin practically undressed in front of her, they were so used to each other. It was like his eyes. Unless they were fighting, Po’s body had the same effect on her as his eyes.

His breathing changed, and she froze her thoughts. She listened as his breathing settled back into a rhythm.