From my seat on the right side of the throne room, I watched Lukas speak quietly with the king, Korrigan, a male I recognized as one of the king’s advisors, and a female I didn’t know but who looked familiar. Their voices didn’t carry to me, but their solemn faces told me the conversation was not a pleasant one.
The advisor said something, and Lukas responded with a firm shake of his head. This prompted the female to turn her head and shoot me a look of angry resentment that was so much like another’s I knew immediately who she was. Dariyah’s mother, Marceline. That meant the male advisor beside her was Dariyah’s father, Tyrion.
I had heard Dariyah’s parents’ names mentioned numerous times in the week since the incident in the gardens. Word had spread quickly, and soon the entire court h
