The Disappearance of Winter's Daughter

She glared. “Who was the last?”

“Villar,” Royce said cutting Hadrian’s bonds free.

The dwarf’s eyes indicated agreement.

“Mercator figured it out,” Royce said. “He never left any note with demands. He used Leopold’s lack of action to fuel dissent and his bloody little war. He was trying to stop us from getting to the duke. Mercator tried to talk him out of it, but it didn’t go so well.”

“Did you get into the Estate? Were you able to see the Duke?” Hadrian asked.

Royce nodded. “And he has Wyberg and a group of guild leaders in the meeting hall right now. They’re discussing the duke’s intentions and what changes will be coming. Looks like Mercator accomplished that much at least. There won’t be any revolution.” He looked at Hadrian. “I told Roland we’d take care of getting the duchess back to the Estate.”

Hadrian’s fingers suffered the dreaded pins and

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