"So what have you been thinking about?" Ea asked his husband. The both of them had been scooped up in the palace's archives, checking every file about the soldiers, the guards and the overall staff. Seeking where they came from, what their jobs were before they started working at the palace and most importantly if they were recommended into the palace by a very big noble house. Those were the most suspicious and possible traitors.
The Archives were actually more like a storage closet than a room. The files of many years had been placed here, messily if Ea could describe it in a very polite manner, in endless piles that caught too much space. Some of the envelopes were from the time Queen Atalanti was alive and that made their work even harder. At the same time they couldn't trust anyone to help them with this job because all of the staff could be holding a knife at their back without them knowing.
