Its not a bother, the beauty said, waving a manicured hand. She was as short as Elide, though she carried herself like a queen. Would you like us to fetch you some refreshments?
Darrow sat again, the other lords following suit. And you are?Privateer Rolfe, the pirate said smoothly. Commander in Her Majestys Armada. And Heir to the Mycenian people.
The other lords straightened. The Mycenians vanished an age ago, Lord Sloane said. But the man noted the sword at Rolfes side, the sea dragon pommel. Had no doubt spied the fleet creeping up the Florine.Vanished, but did not die out, Rolfe countered. And we have come to fulfill an old debt.Darrow rubbed at his temple. Old—Darrow truly looked his age as he leaned against the table edge. Well, we have the gods to thank for that.
Lysandra said, simmering with rage, You have Aelin to thank for that.The man narrowed his eyes, and Aedions temper honed itself into something lethal. But Darrows voice was exhausted—heavy, as he asked, Not pretending today, Lady?
Lysandra only pointed to Rolfe, then Ansel, then Galan. Swept her arm to the windows, to where the Fae royals and Ilias of the Silent Assassins tended to their own on the castle grounds. All of them. All of them came here because of Aelin. Not you. So before you sneer that there is no Her Majestys Armada, allow me to tell you that there is. And you are not a part of it.
Darrow let out a long sigh, rubbing his temple again. You are dismissed from this room.She has, was all Chaol could manage to say.
Yrene is our most skilled healer—save for the Healer on High, Kashin went on, glancing at the woman who still paid him no heed and indeed seemed to fall deeper into conversation with Renia as if to emphasize it.So I have heard. Certainly the sharpest-tongued.
She received the highest marks anyone has ever attained on her formal examinations, Kashin continued while Yrene ignored him, something like hurt flickering across the princes face.See how he trips over himself, Arghun muttered over Duva, her husband, and Chaol to say to Sartaq. Duva swatted at Arghuns arm, snapping at him for interrupting her forks path to her mouth.