"Plots and Ploys will always never come to light..."
"Warrior maiden." the guards dropped to one knee, an arm over their heart as they greeted the tall, bulky woman, dressed in a white blouse tucked under a brown wolfskin corset. Resting on her hip sat two small holsters, housing what Eira imagined were daggers.
Taking a second glance, she placed a face to the voice she heard, it was the-
"Aethoná?!" Thalassa cried out completing her thought, she flocked to the woman's side.
"What brings you here so early in the morning?" she flashed her a polite smile, but Eira had worked long enough as a slave under Arin to see through all sorts of lip service.
What bothered her the most was why this warrior turned concubine had come all the way to her chamber.
"Thalassa, who was it that gave you permission to take my guards and raid the princess´chamber?" she asked, her voice low and authoritative.
