“This isn’t like you, Formosa,” Archduchess Xylda said, dismissing her servants with a wave. “Seekers don’t typically dabble in espionage.” “I apologize, Your Royal Highness,” Formosa replied, bowing low. “But I bring information that should be yours to act upon, and yours alone.” The Archduchess’s gaze sharpened. “You have my attention. Speak.” Formosa took a long breath. “Your son has been found.”
