No more than a slight tightening of her mouth, quickly gone, betrayed her disappointment. Hammerstroke. The Amyrlin must have been in one of her infamous cold furies. You have a hold on Myrelle and Nisao, now.
Alviarin paused, then began to turn away. Furious that she had to ignore him—she was his Queen!—furious and barely able to keep it from her voice, she ordered'Lamgwin to bring more of the tall wooden chairs further from the windows. Servants hurried by, but Laren was nowhere in sight. He was laughing! She hefted the basin on a flow of Air, considering hitting him with it.
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