In a room above the Prince's own chambers stood a small cheval glass. It reflected stone walls covered in tapestries, and no apparent door; the still-weak spring sun struggled through the slats of shutters over a small window, streaking the surface of the mirror with light. The reflection shivered; the interior of a small cottage appeared, and Hildin stepped through, pulling Gian and the girl behind him.
Hildin yanked open the curtains of a capacious bed. Gian set the girl in the middle of it, and hurried to turn the cheval glass to the wall. "Be sure you get rid of that, and make sure anything my brother might use to see into the Keep is covered," said Hildin. "I want him returning on my terms." Hildin sat down on the bed, and smoothed the girl's hair away from her face. She slept on, her pink lips parted. He ran a thumb over them, and she gave a tiny sigh; her head lolled toward him, but she didn't awaken. "Father is failing--I'm likely to be king soon," he said. "I should hate for Warin to show up before the coronation."Read the rest of this post