"What are we doing today?" Rota asked.
They had just finished breakfast and now sitting in the hall sipping tea. Rota didn't know why they had to drink tea in the morning after breakfast but Alaric had assured her that was what nobles do.
Alaric arranged his teacup on the small table in front of him, he was shuffling through letters that had poured in that morning. The rich people of Havenbrook must be having a rethink on who to support but there was only one person that Alaric wanted his support— Marcus Hven. Head of Havenbrook merchant guild.
Alaric looked up at Rota. She had taken Belialthorn's words too seriously and kept close to him immediately after their carriage rolled out of sight. "You know, you can do anything you want. You don't have to guard me."
Rota shrugged. "Nothing much to do otherwise."'
