The woman whose silhouette Ezekiel's icy gaze was centred on looked middle-aged but what was more bothersome to Zeke, was the fact that her eyes reeked of craftiness.
'Can this woman really be Elizabeth's mother or an overly pompous governess or even a housekeeper?' contemplated the King's aide all the while Mrs Blythe darted her eyes from one man to the next.
Ezekiel let her have her minute.
Of course, she shouldn't be so dumb not to realize their fashion style resembled that of men-in- service to the King of Aegremonth.
IF truly she had partaken of the journey to the King's inauguration ceremony.
She should, therefore, have no reason to doubt. Reasoned Zeke.
"No reason to doubt indeed!" blurted Mrs Blythe as reality hit her.
She then forced out a sparkling brilliance in her intelligent eyes.
Furthermore she gave off a pregnant smile.
"Gentlemen of noble dwellings! I dare say you have journeyed long and hard to this place for nothing.
