"And Fate?"
"She sent word before dawn." William placed a small folded note on my desk. The paper smelled faintly of smoke and bitter tea. Very Fate. I opened it.
Your Excellency,
The Black Market has heard that a royal medical carriage left the palace without heralds yesterday evening. I assume this means you ignored my request for distance and created a larger problem.
I have identified three more charitable accounts connected to the lower temple network. One belongs to a closed musical academy. One belongs to a noble trust administered through House Rouvier. The third belongs to a foreign trade office with links to the Verdant Faerie Marches.
Before you become entertainingly suspicious, I cannot confirm the Faerie Court is involved. The office may simply have used their routes. Their delegation is expected after the coronation festivities.
Also, someone attempted to buy information on the children you moved. My clerks declined to develop suicidal tendencies.
