King Raithen had late breakfast together with all his remaining wives and children. He explained to his offspring why Pisha was not there.
“She is punished for doing something really, really bad and is now in the farthest and oldest barn in the citadel. Don’t worry though. She’s safe. Saighs are guarding her there,” he said, eyes on Filzon.
His son’s eyes dropped to his plate. “Sorry, Sahhir. I know she did something wrong with—”
“Let’s just eat, all right?” Zedra cut in.
“Filzon, I will keep you busy. Is that fine with you?” Morielle, who was seated next to King Raithen on his left, spoke. She sat across from Yzzith, who was quiet. Beside the latter were Tazzen, Gossoni and Jikka with their children. The others were beside Morielle and their children as well.
“What about us?” Chesran
