"If you treat me the same way you treated your last liege lord, I'm afraid we're destined to be anything but friends…"
For a moment, Serle couldn't move. If it weren't for the fact that his heart beat on its own, even that would have stopped as he stared at the pile of scrolls on the table.
Nine.
Nine scrolls that ranged in thickness from one to three fingers. Each one of them was sealed with a silk ribbon in a different color, though he had no idea what the colors meant, or if they meant anything at all. The one sealed with the black ribbon was the thickest by far, though the ones with midnight blue and deep crimson ribbons were nearly as thick.
"Serle," Melsinde said in a voice that was tight with barely contained fury. "What kind of 'services' have you been selling to the Vale of Mists and why didn't I know about it?"
