Trixie stared in shock. Beside her, Jacoby didn't seem to be holding up much better. Before them was none other than queen Esmyria herself decked out in leather armor and a ranger's cloak. If it weren't for the unmistakable emerald hair and amathyst eyes which became visible when she drew back her hood, Trixie probably wouldn't have recognized her.
"What is this about?" Jacoby questioned. "If you needed to meet with Miss Trixie, shouldn't you have simply pulled her aside at the meeting?"
"There are ears everywhere in the palace," Esmyria replied with a shrug. "This place is far more private."
"Not if you've been followed!" Jacoby pointed out. "Your majesty, people take notice of your movements! If they see you steal away, they're going to notice and act accordingly!"
"My dear nephew, do you forget who I am?" Esmyria wondered with a smile. Chills ran down Trixie's back. She swore that smile could slay armies.
