Adrae’s bedchamber was on the fifth floor of the main castle.
“Is she alone on this floor?” Morielle asked King Raithen, glancing at the two saighs behind them.
“No. Zedra, Tazzen and her son Chesran have theirs here,” he answered.
She observed the tightness of the expression on his face at the moment. He was clearly surprised and troubled by the bad news on the day he announced their wedding. She doubted that someone would have known her or his plan about the marriage. Neither of them had told a soul about it since it just happened last night.
Who could have predicted it? Or was her death planned all along? Did someone do this on purpose while I’m here or was this sheer coincidence? I can’t let my plan on marrying Raithen fall through because of her death! That spiteful noblewoman!
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