Chapter Two: One Cup Kills Three Men

When this evening is over, I will give you a new house.” Polite laughter followed. Everyone knew Cassian never gave gifts without a use. “Thank you,” Lain said with a deliberately imperfect bow. “A roof would be appreciated as well.” The laughter became genuine. Cassian’s smile did not reach his eyes. Across the table, Princess Ysolde turned an ice-blue ring around one finger. Her silver hair fell over a dark gown like frost along a blade. She did not despise Lain. She appraised him. That was more dangerous. Marquis Mordred rang a silver bell. “The first cup—to the endurance of the royal line.” Twelve servants entered from the left. Exactly as foreseen.