“Lord Abenzio requests an audience with Your Highness.”
A light drawl answered the bowing messenger, though the speaker didn’t bother to look up from his writing desk, or to give the man’s existence any more acknowledgement than his bored-sounding speech. “Does he now? Which Abenzio?”
“Lord Geoseph Abenzio, Your Highness.”
The quill’s rapid
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