“Pardon me?” Jecob asked, turning around to face the lady, Blankka.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t meaning to overhear. It’s just, I have several friends in Eastbury as well, and my understanding is that you got lots of practice in order to ensure you’d be one of the princess’s favorites should you ever have the opportunity to visit her chambers—not this one of course, the one you must be invited into. Do you know the history of how that land, the acreages you’d like to split up, was attained? I’ve not heard the entire story, but from what I do know, it’s not something you should be discussing either. You have no idea why that particular family was disgraced.”
