Shady

Ky stood in the hall for a moment. She supposed she did have to go to dinner, didn’t she? Meh. She wandered back to her room, contemplating writing the letters. ...

“Felip is in the stables. He’s built a lot like me, but has long black hair he wears in braids… Glensyn is in the kitchens. I… haven’t seen him, I’m ...

“… Aleth had a boy in Lady Barraster’s stables and another in Lord Loquitur’s kitchen… sir.” She blushed and dropped her gaze. Hopefully that wouldn’t make him angry.

“Yessir.” They both nodded. No arguments whatsoever from either of them. Neither of them wanted anything to do with him than they had to. Especially not now. He’d get a ...

“Okay…” Ky nodded and took a step backwards. That was that, then.

“I… don’t know,” Ky admitted sheepishly, blushing as she looked over at Tadaaki. He also blushed a bit and shook his head slightly, hopeless. “…I don’t, either.” “… she didn’t ...

“…I don’t think so… you?”

(I highkey forget she exists most of the time lol rip Yeona) “His other servant… slave,” she corrected. “He called Tadaaki and Yeona his servants and me his assistant, but… ...

“Yeah.” Ky nodded. She wouldn’t get home. But somewhere. Or whatever.

“Lutalya,” she said. “It’s massive—well… compared to here it’s tiny,” she said sheepishly. “But. Well. A… a decent sized house compared to most others. Um… ohhhh.” She looked a

“Mm… maybe,” she allowed lamely. There wasn’t a chance in hell she was setting a foot in that place again for the rest of her life.

“Hundreds.” Ky shook her head, trying to think of a better estimate. “He’s got connections all across the East and South. The bit about us traveling a lot was true… ...

“He’s not a merchant,” Ky said. “He’s a diplomat for hire, as he calls himself. Travels all over drafting up contracts or putting people in contact with each other when ...

“I’m not trying to be difficult,” Ky huffed. “Everyone keeps asking me what I want and I keep not knowing and that keeps upsetting all of you and I don’t ...

“Yessir.” They both bobbed their heads obediently. Aleth wouldn’t be talking, though. He was entirely too proud for that. And paranoid. He’d be taking his secrets to the grave. They ...