"That seems true. But Raayani of all people – you have to be careful with her. She isn't a simple woman." She wasn't showing any jealousy that Jolthar had got the attention of Raayani.
"Nothing I can't handle."
"Your turn," Jolthar said, setting down his cup.
"What transpired in the capital?"
Cleora leaned back, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "I secured everything we need. The forge has imperial sanction now—and more importantly, my father's protection."
"Your father supported our venture?"
"Enthusiastically," she confirmed. "After I explained that it was what Nora wanted and she was working hard for it. You know my father loves Nora too much, and he wouldn't let it end by some petty nobles."
"And the imperial court?"
"Believes we're simply establishing a superior weapons manufactory for the border defences." Cleora refilled their cups. "While I was in the capital, I attended a few functions, and there was a rumour of a boy who left the Kaezhlar."
