"Clever, as always," Rhaegar said softly, reaching out to lightly pinch her cheek. "In the coming days, you need only appear somewhat unsettled. Let slip, now and then, before Yvaine, a fragment or two concerning this matter with Vice Minister Kieran—but never the full truth. Speak halfway, then stop, as though you have said too much, and hasten to conceal it."
Caelith fell into deep thought. "Yvaine will surely carry such words to Dorian. He will then believe that I did indeed see that letter—and that I harbor suspicions, perhaps even intend to investigate in secret."
"Just so," Rhaegar nodded. "His attention will be drawn entirely to your supposed inquiry into Vice Minister Kieran. And in doing so, he will lower his guard elsewhere."
She lifted her gaze to him, her eyes bright with trust—and something deeper, softer now. "You have considered every step, Your Grace."
