"Either that, or they think you'd do something about it and they didn't want you to do anything about it." Vedette said in a knowing voice. It wasn't as if everything slipped past her, this particular thing did, but often times Lethe liked to keep things out of Ithacles' hair, and Ithacles liked to keep Lethe out of his hair. That, and whenever there was something happening in Faustben Ithacles normally found his way into the thick of it, something she didn't see as necessary for the Prince himself. Although she admired it, sometimes it was downright stupid.
That's what Lethe thought too. But not Ithunvel, or the Queen. They were both very proud of Ithacles.
If only they knew how much he drank, or the women he found himself around. The drinking was more of a problem, not that he really had a problem, but Vedette remembered quite clearly how prone her father had been to finding wine, or ale in taverns. And how once in awhile turned into every day. If there was a ball, or a meeting, or something politically important Ithacles was normally into his 6th glass of wine before they shoved water his way.
She needed to stop thinking of it so much.
"I didn't know about this, though. Apparently Lethe assumes I'd tell you, which is something I'd do. But if it'd a plot to kill the King I have no idea why she wouldn't have told me... Considering." Vedette shrugged then and went back to her ale.