CHAPTER TEN
Oli was working on tax records in the library when the serving woman limped into the room. She was a few years older than him, with a slender frame and mid-brown hair, so ordinary looking that she might have been anyone. Oli certainly didn’t know her, although he was always better with remembering things he’d read than people’s faces. He glanced up as she came in, wondering if she was there to remind him to eat. He’d been forgetting that a lot recently, with the amount of work Endi had for him.
Instead, she shut the door and locked it, which was enough to make Oli frown.
“I’m pretty sure that one of your brothers would have had a sword out by now,” she said, in an Ashton accent. She smiled as Oli reached for the knife he used to sharpen his quills. “You have some steel in yo
