The king was still seated in the exact spot where Meredith had left him, another bottle of alcohol dangling loosely from his fingers, when Nia hurried into his chambers. Her footsteps were quick and eager, the footsteps of someone bearing valuable news.
"Your Highness," she said, breathless, "I found something."
The king raised his head slowly, his eyes glassy and unfocused.
"What is it?" he asked.
Nia reached into the bag and retrieved a shirt, folded with care and held it out to the king like an offering.
He took it and examined it casually but found nothing special about it.
"What about it?" He asked, voice heavy with impatience.
Nia's eyes glittered with barely contained excitement. "That is a lady's shirt, Your Highness. I am the first woman to ever set foot in Isaac's quarters. So tell me... how did he get this?"
She paused, letting the implication hang in the air.
