Seliz was out to get Morielle’s breakfast, and the saighs just let the ladies-in-waiting in to the living area when they said the rhovatt was waiting for the boxes. A couple of these medium-sized boxes were brought up to her floor, delivered by four unfamiliar ladies-in-waiting. She wondered just exactly how many ladies-in-waiting were in the citadel, who was who and who was serving who—with the exception of those she already recognized. She missed to get this information and took note of it.
“What are those?” she asked the ladies-in-waiting. They were all in their twenties and had fair skin. Their hair was in a uniform bun and hairpins. The hairpins had red and white gems that glimmered in the light of the morning sun that streamed through the round windows.
“A gift for Rhovatt-Varushta
