“If there’s a Winter Palace, then there are other royal residences, too, yes? An Autumn Palace? Spring? Summer?” Kingfisher drew his sword. “Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sorry. Gods alive. I didn’t—I’m not—” His nostrils flared as he unfastened the leather strap at his chest and slid the scabbard from his back, re-sheathing the weapon and propping it against the wall.
