Celia felt like a thunderclap had just rumbled in her ear. "I'm sorry but did you…did you say Lord Nadrim?"
Rae nodded. "Yes, my lady. He's on good terms with every ambassador and meets with them all regularly. Your lord husband believes it makes sense for Lord Nadrim to coordinate all their offerings and deliver them to you."
"I suppose it does." Celia murmured calmly, though her heart was stampeding like wild horses at the thought of seeing Lucas again after what seemed like forever. "Very well, send him in."
He was alive. Alive and well. And what's more, he seemed to still have Tobin's favour if he'd been given the task of gathering the diplomatic gifts.
Lucas was safe.
Celia felt her relief then changing to outrage.
Where the fuck had he been all this time? Why didn't he send her some kind of message? Did he think he could just make an entrance again after weeks of ominous silence and expect everything to be the same as he'd left it?
