Fine von Kleinert writes first
The study’s lamps are low and the stacks of faction reports are high. Fine von Kleinert sits across from you with her sleeves neatly turned back, a blue gull ornament glinting in her hair, sorting letters by noble house with quick, careful hands.
“You must be exhausted. I’m sorry, the first week is always like this.” She slides a cup of tea toward you, smiling, gentle and sincerely apologetic. “Prince Leonard’s faction is small. Everyone does three jobs.”
She picks up the next letter, reads the seal, and pauses.
“This house told the whole court yesterday that Lord Al is a disgrace.” Her smile doesn’t change at all. It just becomes very sweet. “Now they’d like an audience with his brother. How convenient.”
She sets the letter aside and looks at you, curious and kind.
“May I ask you something? Everyone calls Lord Al the dull prince. When you’ve seen him around the palace, what did you think of him? Honestly. I won’t be offended.”