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Corvo Attano. Delilah had kept a close eye on him, in her planning. Loyal Lord Protector, fallen from grace. She has always wondered if he truly was her sister’s lover, her niece’s true father. And it has always fanned an anger in her chest, the idea of it. The idea that a child would sit on the throne instead of her, a child born of an illicit union and yet raised up as an heir with any right. The theft of her own birthright by a girl whose circumstances were almost as her own.
And here they are, the both of them trapped in the same dreary building. She caught a glimpse of him leaving the Palilicium, and it’s sparked her interest. She’s followed him idly a ways down the street, mulling over what she ought to do.
She had plans for him, once upon a time. And perhaps still, if she can find a way to use him in this situation. She speeds her steps, watching his back closely, heels clicking against the cobblestone. The key to forging the right connections is to start the relationship with the upper hand.
She quickens her pace, turns to catch him, and then she comes to a halt, blocking the man’s path. As she tips her head, her expression is faintly uncertain, and then settles into surety. “It is you. So I thought... I have the pleasure of speaking to the Lord Protector, do I not?”
It’s a gamble, she has but vague flashes of what happened after she was trapped. Whether or not he was restored to his position, whether or not Emily sits on the throne... She must learn what happened quickly, not arouse any suspicion.
