“Rhusana goes straight to the throne after him? Thought the king had a brother.” “Hunting accident,” Prince Jasimir said, grim. “But didn’t your uncle have a daughter?” “Hunting accident.” Fie gave the prince a long, narrow look. “How’d the queen first try to off you, again?” Tavin coughed into his fist. It sounded strangely like “hunting accident.” “Maybe you lot ought to lay off hunting awhile,” Fie said.