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The Lady Engrid Pearl, Baroness of the house of Pearl and Ruby, Dam Aunt of the Royal Throne was well enough to transfer her titles and lands to her unrevealed heir.
Laun and her people once again went from the yurlodge to the death room, Edgar staying to look after Gem’s baby again. Silver nodded to Laun, a small smile on his lips, but nothing else outward than that. Laun stood near one of the walls and watched the people about her.
Lady Engrid was looking better after having rested from the trip up to the plateau. That, and Laun thought she smelled the slight spice scent of several medicines in the room when she had entered. Powerful drugs that should have had the Lady asleep. Laun had just a spark of sympathy for the pain she must have been in, but it was quickly extinguished when Laun saw the look in Lady Engrid’s eye.
Evil. That was all Laun could put to name what she saw. On her death bed and Lady Engrid had a haughtiness about her, and a withering look, that most would have cringed from. Laun let it wash over her. She was there to observe, nothing more.
The herald who had announced the travelers in the welcoming ceremony was in the room, a scribe set up with a little desk beside the bed. King Ifahyd was the last of the people to arrive and Lady Engrid gave him a withering look, but bowed her head slightly to acknowledge him.
It seemed the thing to do to approach her and let her see who was there, even though she was not that far gone. The herald knew the order of precedence and motioned people to her side one by one. Ifahyd was first as he was King. Laun was next because she was a Princess. Then there was a Duke. And the Marquis. And many more people than Laun really wanted to remember. And Gem. »Read More