Camilia was relaxing in a chair by the window when the slim black figure materialized out of the shadows. She noted the ebony leathers with an amused arch of the eyebrow.
“How dramatic. Dressing for your office?”
A smile appeared on the dark face as he sketched a bow. “Dressing for travel. I’m leaving for Maj Malai this evening.”
“Ah.” She glanced out at the bright face of the moon. Almost at the full; only a few nights from the hunt. “You wanted to speak with me personally?”
A slight inclination of the head. “All of the essentials were in the report my office provided to Sai” — Sai had briefed Camilia on it — “But our people in Shin Ai have picked up… some concerning sentiment regarding the Kanjirian trade agreement.”
“There’s been no mention of that in the dispatches from our embassy.”
“Indeed.” His tone was studiously bland.
She sighed and put a hand up to rub the bridge of her nose. The embassy in Shin Ai was the one her father had appointed the oldest of her half-brothers to. Vahl, who’d had five years before her birth to think he might inherit the throne.
“Very well. You will return to Maj Delumai…”
“Within the week. I might have a word with my counterpart while I’m there.”
That drew a quirk of the mouth from her. “You astonish me.” She could think of few things less likely than two Tevalle spymasters resisting the temptation to exchange secrets. “Good hunt to you.”
“Your majesty.” He did her the courtesy of letting her hear the door open and close on the way out.
Camilia turned back to the window opening on the moonlit courtyard. “Need you have given me so many siblings?” There was no answer, but in a tree, a nightlark began to sing, so Camilia smiled and turned away.