Bonnibel Reardon had not heard a word from her mother since she had left to go and work for the Leolins. Sir Ancel himself had requested Glyn specifically, leaving Bonnie to serve Sir Soren and his family. She was almost grateful when she had learned they would be moving to court permanently, hoping that she might find a friend in her sister – who had worked in the kitchens at court for a good half of their lives. But Bonnie was a stranger to the younger girl, and their interactions had been brief and few. She spent most of her days running errands for Lady Jaslyn, wife of Sir Soren. It was strange to think that Lady Jaslyn had been little but a servant herself as a child – being a member of the Omari family, who had gained the king’s favour when they betrayed Lord Kovar’s plot to the king. The Omari’s had served the Kovars for generations, and in betraying him they had gained nobility and land.
Bonnie was carrying a tray of food to her masters quarters, where they sometimes took their meals in the privacy of their own rooms. She was quiet when she entered, trying her hardest to leave the two occupants undisturbed. Sir Soren was standing with his hands on his hips, looking down at where is darkly skinned wife was seated. Bonnie moved toward the table, and couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.
Sir Soren was speaking, “We have our daughter marry the younger prince, Kahane.”
“It’s not that simple, the king is set on making peace with the Drakis.” Lady Jaslyn replied, “I would expect that once Kahane comes of age, he will ask for their other daughter as well.”
“Then Riagan,” Sir Soren said firmly. “The king has no shortage of sons.”
“And how exactly do we arrange the passing of not one prince but two?”
“Kahane has a fondness for hunting,” Sir Soren mused.
“It would all be a lot simpler if not for the Draki’s dislike for the new laws,” Lady Jaslyn sighed heavily, in a way that was to express her unhappiness.
Sir Soren growled to his wife, “Or if we had another daughter.”
Bonnie kept her face blank, it was not uncommon to hear her masters speaking of such things, and she knew that showing any reaction to their conversation would gain her severe punishment. She went about setting their food for them, absently listening to their conversation.
“We only have one daughter, Soren. And she’s turning out to be a beauty, so I doubt another would have been necessary.”
“Not necessary but certainly a comfort.” Sir Soren crossed his arms, “My brother has two bastard daughters, and who is to say he won’t offer them to Cohen or Kahane? If one of them produced a son…”
“Only one of his daughters is even slightly attractive, I think you’re overestimating these boys and what they would be drawn to.” Lady Jaslyn reasoned, “Skinny low born girls with dirt toned features or one great beauty with the elegance of a lady?”
“Two great beauties would have been preferable.”
Their conversation came to an abrupt halt, as Sir Soren’s stubbornness was no match for his wife’s reasoning. Bonnie felt a sense of dread creeping up on her, feeling their steely gaze on her. She quickly fumbled to straighten her apron and turned to leave.