The door opened, and Thomas’ main servant, Robert, smiled at her. “Lady Sashe,” he said. “His Majesty didn’t want you to fall ill visiting him.” Sashe waved a hand. “I’ll keep my distance, but I’d like to see him.” She’d hardly seen him yesterday, since she’d stayed in her chambers after crying over Seth, but Robert had let her know he was ill. Yet he hadn’t arrived for breakfast today, either, and she worried since he rarely got sick. Robert inclined his head and stepped back to allow Sashe to walk past him. The king’s chambers were massive, made up of nearly a dozen rooms. When she first moved to the castle, she felt so nervous in his chambers, so unsure of herself. Over time, though, it became like her second bedroom. She knew her way in the dark. The king’s cologne and the musty aroma of sage were familiar to her. Frescoes along the ceiling told stories of the history of Haltar, and pillars stood on either side of her in the entry room. The more formal sitting room was full of red velvet furniture, mirrors, and a grand piano.
