He was taking smaller quantities of nemmin now, but that meant he often woke early and spent the last hours of the night worrying. “I spoke to Viola again this afternoon,” Tania said suddenly. “She’s still aloof—the other servants say she’s put a high value on herself since becoming Sonea’s servant. But she’s warming to me because I can tell her how best to please the High Lord’s favorite.” Rothen regarded her expectantly. “And?” “She told me that Sonea is well, though some mornings she looks tired.” He nodded. “That’s no surprise with all the extra lessons. I’ve heard that she’s been helping Lady Tya, too.” “Viola also said that Sonea has dinner with the High Lord on Firstdays, so perhaps he’s not neglecting her as much as you fear.” “Dinner, eh?” Rothen’s mood darkened as he thought of Sonea eating meals with the High Lord.
