I hesitated. Why would Medrek want to speak to me? Why choose this moment when I was going to mourn my father? But I trusted him and I knew he would not speak to me now unless it was urgent. I nodded, ordered my servants to wait outside and followed Medrek through a side door. Beyond it was just a little room, furnished with a desk and some shelves of scrolls. He indicated a seat beside the tall window and I sat down, my posture straight as I had always been taught.
He remained standing and went straight to the point.
"Mara, all is not safe in the palace. There are traitors around every corner ready to seize the throne. You and your brother must flee the palace. There is no time. I am giving the choice: come and live or stay and die."
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