"You went out," Tristan said, rising from the chair.
River paused in the doorway. "I did. Elowen and Cassia hosted a—"
"You didn't tell me."
She blinked. "You were in meetings all day. It didn't seem like it needed a formal notice."
"It needed a notice." His voice climbed past the register he used for anything, ever, and he heard it happen and could not stop it. "You walked across the entire city, at night, in a dress I have never seen, with people I have not met, and the first I hear of it is from a page carrying laundry. Do you understand how that lands? Do you have any idea what it does to me to find out from the laundry?"
"Tristan—"
