28 April, 1369. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.
Celia was curled up in an armchair and quietly embroidering a new decorative panel, when her husband stomped into their apartments early that afternoon.
She raised her eyes from her needle and silk. "What's the matter, Tobin? Are you unwell? I thought you said you were planning to spend the day dicing with Cade and Hal."
He shook his head to dismiss her questions. Instead he asked, "Where is that companion of yours?"
"Which companion?"
"Her name, uh…was Irden, I think? That woman with the long red hair who was always at your side. Pale face, serious expression."
"Ah. You mean Lady Sabine?" Celia asked.
"Yes, her. I haven't seen her around. Where is she?" Tobin tapped his foot.