He laughs at that, a quiet guffaw “That would be just fine, Lord Sigmond.” … By the time I feel composed again, the sun has already gone down. I brush my hair back from my forehead, letting out a long breath. “You fight well.” I set aside the practice sword in my hand Across the training ground,

“I did not know you’d become familiar with the kitchens so soon, My Lady.” “If by soon, you mean a few hours ago, then yes.” Dinah holds her cup in both hands “The staff at this palace is nice enough to make me suspicious sometimes.” Indeed. Though it’s likely because this place is under Lukas’ au

Dinah smiles and pushes another one towards me “I can’t have you grow weak and tired, can I? You need to be in good health if you’re going to be of any use to me.” “That’s harsh, My Lady.” Another biscuit. “The world is harsh, Zen.” She picks up one for herself then “I’ve been meaning to ask. Do

He lets go of me, and I step back instinctively. Zen gets up from his place on the couch, and walks out of the bedchamber. The sound of the door closing is the only indication that he's left. I bite the inside of my cheek, hold my hand with the other, a riot in my chest. “Your Ladyship?” Mesilla

“I’m afraid you would have to elaborate.” I fold my hands on my lap “Tell me exactly. What am I doing wrong?” Ms. Milford picks up her fork and knife, “Rather than saying, it’s best if you observe, Your Ladyship.” I do just that and turn my eyes to her plate. She cuts a piece of the steak in a sin