Ruelle sat in her father's chamber with Lucian next to her, while Lord Azriel had left to personally inform the king about Minister Sylvan and his mother, who had tried to break the treaty which was proposed by him and the Elder Minister.
Her father had stepped out of the room minutes ago. She had heard his voice through the heavy door as he spoke to the council ministers and other officers who had arrived.
"Something weighing on your mind?" she heard Lucian ask her.
Ruelle turned away from staring at the fire. "I was just wondering about King Septimus. Wait, won't the others be able to hear us?" She looked at the closed door, where she could still hear other people's voices.
"The room is warded. Nothing said inside carries beyond the walls, but sound from outside still passes through where you can hear," Lucian explained to her. "What about King Septimus?"
Her lips pursed for a moment, her eyebrows slightly pulling close and she explained,
