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Her head canted in rhythm of the story, shaking slowly at his conclusion in wonderment. Praise the Pharaoh who brought you in, she said fervently (or at least feigning such). As to his question—

Oh, nothing that exciting, Madhu replied, flippant. I'm just traveling, and sought a place to stay for the winter. Somewhere that met my standards, she added, pale brows raised sardonically.

My father is king of Mynydd, she explained. Taliesin, son of Llewellyn the Great, second of his name. My father inherited the throne just two moons ago and I was sent to find Moonspear—they took Llewellyn in during the civil war. I was asked to inform them of his death, and to extend our gratitude.

She sighed, then smiled faintly, shrugging. I'm not needed there as of now. . .so why not travel? Madhuri reasoned.