It had been a busy morning for Lady Rohanne Staunton, writing letters back to Rook’s Rest with tallies of coin and the levy tax she had finished reviewing in her father’s stead. By afternoon she walked in the gardens of the Red Keep beside Princess Daella and the other ladies-in-waiting, their talk circling endlessly around court gossip. Rohanne’s attention drifted as she glanced across the paths, spotting one of the king’s sons in quiet conversation with a knight. She smiled faintly as he glanced at her, brushing back a strand of chestnut hair.