To Nemolis’ surprise, the wax seal had been imprinted with a finger, not with Nemrian’s seal. The rest of the family were presently at court and could petition the emperor directly. In any case, it was likely only Nemolis’ sister, Nemrian, with some inane request. In practice, the delineation between private family affairs and matters of state was often fuzzy, and the secretaries knew all anyway. Formally, the imperial secretaries were not to read private correspondence between members of the ruling family. Nemolis reached across the table to take the letter even as he wondered, once again, why they bothered with this pretence. His attention was on the stack of letters the chief secretary had prepared over the course of the morning and he hastily scribbled his signature across the bottom of each one. He did not so much as glance up to see what had discomforted a member of his staff. “Nemolis, if you would,” Varenechibel said. “This letter concerns the Drazhada household.” “Serenity?” the second assistant secretary said in a tone that suggested he expected to be abraded for the contents of his words.
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