The largest wound among the Great Families had opened inside House Myrrhvale, and it had opened with a death.
Lady Nyssara di Myrrhvale was gone. One of the eight strongest, most dangerous people alive, dead somewhere in the span of these two years, and the vacuum she left behind had yet to be filled by anyone.
The official word out of Myrrhvale lands called it natural causes, peaceful and unremarkable, and not a single house at the top of the world believed a word of it. People like Nyssara did not simply stop breathing in their sleep.
Morgain had put its own quiet effort into the question and come away with a different answer, or at least a likelier guess. The blow had come from inside her own house, a murder dressed up as a peaceful passing.
