Mircea stared down at the roll in her hands. It felt rather uncanny. This was supposed to be Frey's bedchamber for the time being. Why did he have a letter with Urban's name on it?
Did he have something to do with him? Was he deceiving her as well? If he was what for?
She felt the cycle of lies had started again. It was a repetitive vicious circle. Even if she disliked Frey, she trusted him. No, her brain called out. She trusted King Kirill. He had been the one she had made a deal with. She couldn't let herself be hurt over this bastard.
Mircea brought close the candle as she rolled open the letter. "Saints, how big is this?" It took a long time to fully open it. The length of the letter crossed that of the bed. It was a freaking seven foot letter roll. Who must have written this, she wondered.
