Anyone who can steal the king's seal ring can manage the locks on his record room.

Phresine showed him where he could sleep, in an interior room with no windows, a narrow bed, and a washstand. There were chests stacked along one wall, and Costis guessed the dismal spot was probably a closet cleaned out to make room for him. Hard to believe the royal apartments, so lavish elsewhere, would otherwise have such a plain corner. Expecting better of royal closets, Costis went to bed disappointed.

Anyone who can steal the king's seal ring can manage the locks on his record room.

I didn't really care much about anything, so I guess I felt fine.

His forehead was covered by wrinkles brought on by a lot of sun and too much frowning.

It isn't an easy thing to give your loyalty to someone you don't know, especially when that person chooses to reveal nothing of himself.

The Lord of Rags and Tatters.