Her hands shook, and the liquid splashed onto the saucer. She set the teapot down, stirred in sugar, and forgave herself for not being calm while contemplating regicide. “You know she will not abdicate. You know her too well to think otherwise.” Ven looked as if he’d aged a decade in one night. He stood by the wide window and watched dawn rise through the branches of the trees. Overhead, the sky was the bluest blue, a beautiful day to hold such ugly thoughts. Hanna wished there was something she could say to make this easier for him, for all of them. She wished that the guardswoman hadn’t dumped the matter into their laps, but in truth, she was grateful. At least they knew for certain now. The guardswoman, Lieutenant Alet, had confirmed everything Ven and Daleina had said, plus reported on other meetings she’d observed on other full-moon nights, before returning to her post at the palace. It was a chilling tale. Hence the need for tea. “I had a cousin,” Daleina said. “Her name was Rosasi.”
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