"Are you sure about that stunt?" Redd asked.
The office smelled of ink and expensive paper, the kind of smell that suggested decisions were made here that killed people far away.
Redd stood with arms crossed, still carrying the faint restlessness of someone who didn't belong among polished desks and silk banners.
Both he and Tull were in a large office-like room, with the third prince smiling from ear to ear as he was signing some documents.
The third prince looked entirely too pleased with himself, pen moving with easy confidence. Tull stood straighter than anyone else in the room, the stiffness of a man who believed posture was duty.
"What risk? That's a calculated move," the prince said as he looked at Redd, "You look pretty handsome in that… you should take the opportunity to socialize when the party is held. I know a few good noble ladies who would be interested in accompanying you."
