“Mama, don’t cry.” Mari rushed around the table and wrapped her arms around the thin woman, and Kit realized there had probably been several nights when the children hadn’t eaten even with Tem in her service. Clearly, Pim herself was not well-fed. There needed to be some changes made, and they needed to happen sooner rather than later. Kit had no idea how much pay her guardsmen received, but obviously, it wasn’t nearly enough.
Now was not the time to discuss it, not when she could be overheard by the Queen’s Guard. Part of her wanted to rush home and confront the queen, demand those serving in the Princess’s Guard be given a livable wage, enough to support their families. But angering Rona wasn’t likely to accomplish anything. She’d need to think about the best way to handle the situation and keep a cool head.
