Right outside of it, in Nir, I live with my aunts on a farm called the Honey Glade. After they ended their active service in the Guild, they began running bee colonies and raising herbs. They make poultices and such that they sell these days.
And your parents?
And your father?
My mother is part of the Guild and she serves at the palace, so she isn’taround a lot.
My father . . . Not much to say; he died when I was young.
Long story. Boring. I don’t like to talk about it.
How about you—how did you end up working for the queen?
I said I don’t want to talk about it!
Your father was Cordyn Holt, right? King Esban’s assassin.
Hardly anything to be ashamed about.
I didn’t say I’m ashamed. I said I don’t want to talk about it.
You didn’t know.
All right. You don’t have to, I was just curious. I’m sorry I upsetyou.
I’ll get to work making contacts, to get an audience in the king’s chamber . . .
If anybody is going to infiltrate a royal court, it’s going to be me.
Let’s discuss exactly what happens when we get to Montrice.