Rakar sat on a small balcony, eyes directed toward the singers in the ballroom below but not fully taking them in. Nobles from all over the kingdom and several dignitaries from Cosium’s allies had come to attend his ascension to the regency. After five straight hours of socializing, he’d asked for a reprieve. It was amazing how tired one could get just standing around doing nothing but talking. He’d come up here to avoid being disturbed, but he could still see Athena and her sons mingling and accepting a constant string of condolences from their guests.
There was one thing that took away from his enjoyment of the occasion—that it only took place because his brother was dead.
“Lord Rakar, I’m glad you agreed to meet me. I appreciate the fact you didn’t post any guards.”
Make that two things.
He rose to face the young woman, not betraying any of the surprise he felt at her appearance. She displayed poor grace as she offered the curts