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Delana arrived moments later; she always remained nearby The Shienaran woman was pale-haired and stout, with thick li Not like Aran’gar herself She’d have made an ideal pet Maybe someday Graendal would have the chance to e affections on the chaise Aran’gar was insatiable, a fact Graendal had exploited on nu only the latest Of course, Graendal enjoyed pleasures herself, but she ent than she was If you knehat people expected you to be, you could use those expectations It--

Graendal froze as an alarainst one another Aran’gar continued her pleasures; she couldn’t hear the sound The weave was very specific, placed where her servants could trip it to give her warning

Graendal cliiving no indication of urgency At the door, she sent a few of her pets in to help distract Aran’gar Best to discover the scope of the proble with golden chandeliers and ornamented with mirrors She was halfway down a stairhen Garu up He was Saldaean, a distant cousin of the Queen, and wore a thick mustache on his lean, handsome face Compulsion had made hi "A nize him as a minor lord from Bandar Eban, a member of House Ramshalan"

Graendal frowned, then waved for Garumand to follow as she made her way to one of her audience chambers--a sainst eavesdropping, then sent Garuuards and a Doreens and blues, a beauty mark shaped like a bell on his cheek His neat, short beard was tied with tiny bells, and they jingled as the guards shoved hi at the soldiers, and straightened his ruffled shirt "Am I to understand that I have been delivered to--"

He cut off with a choking sound as Graendal wrapped hirowing unfocused

"I am Piqor Raon Reborn to seek an alliance with thein this fortification As I am smarter and more clever than al’Thor, he needs me to build alliances for hi in this palace, which I find ridiculous, since it is distant and union Reborn is a weakhis confidence, I can be chosen as the next King of Arad Doman I wish for you to make an alliance withI d--"

Graendal waved a hand and he cut off inas she shivered

The Dragon Reborn had found her

He had sent a distraction for her

He thought he could ateway to one of herplaces Cool air wafted in fro Best to be careful Best to flee And yet…

She hesitated He uish Bring these to hiar had fled fro herself to be sensed channeling saidin She still bore punish a chance to twist al’Thor about himself--would she be siar’s voice asked outside "Let ?"