“Your only option was to be honest.” He murmured it helpfully, as if Eoin had simply mixed up the words. “Lord Mehkal actually has said more or less the same to me. I am loyal to my Queen and her court, he told me. But that was, oh…”
His eyes drifted upward, counting off the days. “Almost exactly a month ago. It is anyone’s guess where his loyalties now lie. My talent can only take me so far when it comes to such transient matters. I’ve a bit of an edge, but trust must still be earned with me as with anyone.”
A glance was given to his attending staff as he said it, thoughtfully appreciative. Then Reihana’s words caught his attention and he was looking critically to her. “Why not? The less attention he grants her the better, so far as I am concerned. Our Lord Viorel seems a most dutiful lad, wouldn’t you say?” He looked to Aredhel rather than Reihana for a response to that, and was granted a ”Most dutiful, my Lord,” that was quite admirably void of any hint of sarcasm or smile.
“Let it end with duty if she will content herself with that. If no oath is given, there is none to break. That is the idea, is it not?” To Eoin now, head tipped off to the side thoughtfully. “I hardly think Her Grace will agreeing one more conquest, however, which makes all of this matter very little.”