Page 63 of The Queen's Crown
“It’s a possibility,” Rainer said. “Since I’m young, people are probably wondering if I can maintain control over my army or not. I’m sure the neighboring kingdoms fear that someone from within could assassinate me. Then who would be in control, and would they follow the League’s treaty? Plus, Princess Alina was killed under my roof—that shows I’m weak. Vulnerable. If I don’t find the assassin and bring him to justice, I’ll constantly be challenged from both home and abroad.” He took hold of the stem of his goblet, twisting it.
“I have my men investigating,” Anton assured him. “We’ll find the assassin.”
“Your men?” Sabine asked.
“I oversee intelligence.”
She had no idea Anton handled the spies for the kingdom.
“Lottie, make sure you keep up with your training,” Rainer said.
Lottie shoved some bread in her mouth. “No need to worry. I have great motivation to stay alive. I won’t miss a session. What about Sabine?”
“Tomorrow before breakfast, Sabine and I will train together.”
“When is Avoni due to arrive?” Axel asked.
“My guess is within the next fortnight. I’m hoping once they’re here, we can gain their approval and move forward with the wedding as planned.”
“No offense,” Axel said, “but are we sure we want this wedding to happen?”
Sabine eyed him, wondering what he was getting at.
“Our people need Bakley’s food,” Rainer said. “I won’t sacrifice my own people just to appease some League.”
“Are you saying if they don’t approve, you’ll go against the League?” Anton asked. “As Lynk’s representative, I need to know.”
“I’ll make that decision when the time comes,” Rainer responded. “For now, we need to put all our focus on getting them to agree.”
“Rainer,” Anton said, his voice low. “You can’t consider going to war.”
“Every treaty eventually comes to an end. Now, I’d prefer to maintain peace. But I won’t sacrifice my people to do it.”
Anton nodded. “Duly noted.”
“All of this talk about politics is giving me a headache,” Lottie said.
“I think that’s Sabine’s special tea and not our stimulating conversation,” Axel said. He lifted his goblet and saluted Sabine.
“Are we free to go?” Lottie asked.
“Yes,” Rainer replied.
Lottie shoved her chair back and stood. “Now that my head has cleared, I’d like for Sabine to accompany me.”
“Where to?” Axel asked.
“None of your business.” Lottie headed toward the door. “Are you coming?” She glanced over her shoulder at Sabine.
Nodding, Sabine got up and hurried after her, assuming Lottie wanted to have some girl time. While Lottie could never take Alina’s place, Sabine welcomed the friendship. Craved it even.
Out in the hallway, Lottie looped her arm through Sabine’s, a wicked smile on her face. “Now it’s time to make sure you actually drink and enjoy yourself. I watched you this afternoon. You didn’t touch your tea.”
The keen observation startled her. She hadn’t thought anyone noticed. “Sure I did,” Sabine lied as Lottie dragged her along the corridor.
“You may have touched it, but you didn’t drink it.” She eyed her sidelong. “Well played, by the way. I’m impressed.”
The two of them traveled down several stairwells, the temperature dropping.
