“Why do you stay here?” he asked. “Your father was a legend. You could go anywhere.”
She understood. Not a war blade. An assassin’s blade. A thing of shadows and precision. “Why do you stay here
“The court tried to poison me yesterday,” he said quietly. “My brother’s wine. My mother’s handkerchief wiped the cup. That is the world I live in.” ” he said
She picked up her hammer again. “An ally who knows how to disappear. A girl no one sees. A gadis .” “Why do you stay here
“I need a blade,” he said, his voice cutting through the clang of metal.