Lorraine was shocked to see Leroy standing at her threshold, already dressed in full regalia.
Too early. Far too early for him to be dressed like that. And worse, he shouldn't be here. Not in her chambers. By now, he ought to be at the tower, waiting for the Divina.
Her chest tightened. She had sent him the message herself, inked on the Divina's parchment, sealed with the swan feather. A warning, careful and veiled, in High Veyrani script. He should have alerted about the threat to his life, and should be at the tower to discuss more about it to the Divina who looked out for him.
So why was he here?
Had he ignored the letter? But it should have been obvious. Why was he here? Wasn't he avoiding her? Wouldn't he like to spend time with the "Divina"?
The thought clawed at her.
She had even considered slipping into the tower under the Divina's veil to warn him in a detailed manner. But she overslept. Only a little. Just enough to miss her chance.
