Loreen's POV
"It has been a few hours," Edgar said. "That is not unusual for a market visit."
"It is unusual for today," Loreen said. "He attended a funeral this morning. He was tired before he even got into the carriage. Marsden was supposed to bring him back the moment he looked like he needed rest."
He pushed back from the desk and stood up. "Something is wrong."
Edgar looked at him. "Your highness," he said, in the careful tone he used when he thought Loreen was overreacting and wanted to say so without saying so. "You cannot know that."
"I know it," Loreen said simply.
He crossed the room to the door and pulled it open. "Kaid," he said.
Kaid was in the corridor, as he usually was, standing a few feet from the door with the relaxed alertness of someone who had learned long ago that standing near Loreen's office meant being needed at irregular intervals.
He straightened. "Your highness."
