“Ylenia should have sent the Kynithremyln and the Guard to deal with him by now. Weren’t you the one who wanted someone else to deal with this?”
Akton gritted his teeth and poured the rest of the decanter of wine into their glasses. He imagined they’d been given the cheapest stuff in the palace and it was still better wine than he’d ever had.
“I can’t stay caged up like this,” he said. “There’s a reason why I can’t be in the menagerie. And I thought you said the queen wasn’t mentally there. How do we know she’s done anything about Basil?”
Talfryn pushed his empty plate away and leaned back with his wine, thinking. Unlike earlier, though, the glazed look was gone from his eyes and he appeared to be in the conversation here with Akton, which was a relief. Talfryn’s recent distance, even if it had been from awe and determination, hurt. Akton didn’t think he could leave Talfryn behind here. And suddenly confronting the issue with Basil seemed infinitely easier than dealing with that.