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Laun held her tongue as she stood along the wall. She watched the group of people around the deathbed of Lady Engrid and tried to keep her calm mask on. She was finally dying.
The room was not all that big, but the people who seemed important were there, crowded and posturing around Lady Engrid, most just there to make sure she had really died. Word had come from her healers that she was fast slipping into the darkness. Laun had been on Ifahyd’s arm walking towards the yurlodge her people were in, to meet with them for the first time since she had ostensibly run away into the Royal apartments.
Servants had come running, unusual enough in the desert heat. When the word was given, Laun had turned and whistled, messing up the first attempt, but getting the attention of the man who was at sentry duty. The signal was passed and Yevette had come running out of the lodge past others coming out, her baby in her arms. She slowed, a cautious look on her face.
Ifhayd had put a hand on Yevette’s shoulder and they had all started for the rooms Lady Engrid and her escort were staying in. Yevette had stayed on the other side of the King as they had moved, Laun glad of it. She did not want to talk even yet to her, but as Yevette’s Grand Dam was dying, it was really not appropriate to have any less of a public front than before.