“Hi, Marek.” I smile at him.
“What are you doing here?” His eyes narrow at me.
“I’m looking for Stanik.”
“Why?”
“It’s personal.” I shrug.
Marek walks me to the main building. Pushing open the door, he guides me inside. Barnham and Stanik discuss something with each other, the two of them leaning overthe table.
“Why are you here, Raelys?” Barnham eyes me suspiciously.
“I need to speak with Stanik.”
“Why?”
“It’s about the… offer,” I say hesitantly, unsure if I should divulge such private matters to Marek and Barnham.
“I asked for Lady Aurelia’s hand,” Stanik explains.
“The kitchen girl?” Barnham deadpans.
Stanik nods. “A short promenade, Raelys. Then I must return.”
“Sure thing.” I clasp my hands in front of me.
We exit the building, strolling through the barracks. The soldiers around us hone their skills with swords and bows despite the freezing temperatures. I wonder if they use the winter season to improve their skills, rather than to rest.
“And?” Stanik asks nervously.
“She has accepted.” I smile, watching him light up beside me. “Aurelia hopes you could help her sister find an apprenticeship somewhere to learn a useful craft. She is happy to move into your residence.”
“Today is the greatest day.” Stanik sighs in relief.
I chuckle. “May the gods bless you both.”
“Thank you, Raelys.” He stops at the edge of the barracks, turning to face me. “You have done me a great service—one I will not forget.”
“I have a task that requires your expert bow,” I tell him quietly.
“What is it?”
“You see, someone is sending a pigeon to my brother. I need to intercept it,” I tell him the truth, hoping my mark won’t burn. “It’s supposed to go out tomorrow.”
“Then you must wake before the sun rises and meet me atthe castle's west side in the forest,” Stanik replies in an equally low tone. “Before they send the morning rounds.”
I nod. “All right.”
“One favor,” he says seriously. “Then we are even.”
“Understood.” I nod, exiting the barracks.
Entering the castle, I turn left and walk through the busy halls. Due to the number of guests staying for the festivities, the castle is far more lively than usual. I scan each group, straining my senses to hear any side conversations or hushed whispers on my way back to my room.
I spot two dukes in the hall. I recognize them both from Noctalis. The taller, red-haired one is Lydia’s husband, Alec Wulfstan of Salasyr, and the menacing, amber-eyed one is Nikolas Sterling of Thalvar. Their conversation quiets as I pass, Nikolas turning to take notice of me. I need to speak with Alec privately, as I’m desperate to know more about Lydia’s whereabouts.
“Pardon me,” Nikolas speaks.
