Sairis's POV
"And the king," Sairis said. Something was pulling at the edge of his mind, a thread he had not finished pulling. "You were trying to kill him too."
Greta's expression did not change much. Just a small flattening around the eyes.
"The candles in his room," Sairis said. "The same method."
"A slower version," she said. "Accumulated over time. More gradual. More natural in its appearance." She folded her hands. "He was getting older anyway. It would not have raised questions."
"He is your husband," Sairis said.
She scoffed. The sound was sharp and clean and completely without guilt. "The marriage was a means to an end," she said. "Nothing more. I married him because I needed access. To his knowledge, his records, his trade routes. The routes the crown held across every noble house in this kingdom."
She looked at Sairis without blinking. "Once I had what I came for, there was no longer a reason to keep him."
"You are talking about a person," Sairis said.
