I think you should start. I've seen little of what's been happening.
Well. We've all done things for complicated reasons.
Sometimes the actions that we take don't have the consequences that we intended.
If I can forgive my brother for the confusion and the harm that he caused...
And forgive my parents for the damage they've done to us both in order to keep me safe...
Then I can forgive Dolores as well.
After all, she did try to protect me.
Kidnapping you was not an unintended consequence.
No, but hurting me wasn't what she wanted. Was it, Dolores?
I get no kicks for that.
She wanted money, nothing more. There's nothing noble in stealing from your betters.
Betters, hah!
Sure, I'm nothing noble. I've got no family. I'm a dog from the streets.
That doesn't make anyone here better than me.
You wanted to know how I could possibly betray the masters who'd done so much for me?
That's
exactly why.
All I've heard since I've been here is how grateful I ought to be.
Grateful, for carrying the slops of my 'betters' while they laugh.
You were a page, not a chambermaid.
That's the jest of it! I'm not 'good enough' for a page's duties.
So they assigned you to lesser tasks, things that you think you should be better at.
No!
I'd've been better off if I
were a chambermaid.
You must have been very lonely.
None of this explains our father's actions.
A street orphan, assigned as a page. A known traitor, promoted to royal service rather than punished as she deserves.
I keep telling you, I don't know anything.
Father said that it was a matter of family honor. That a wrong had been done in the past, and we had to make it right.
That's why they refused to see Dolores punished. They don't wish to do her more harm.
What 'harm' could the crown of Gwellinor have done to you?
Bringing me to the palace in the first place?
I don't believe they see it that way. They were trying to help you.
'Help' me. It's ridiculous.
Maybe it has something to do with your parents.
I don't have parents.
You didn't fall out of a gooseberry bush.
Perhaps your parents died in some way that the royal family feels responsible for.
Me and every other dog in the kingdom.
There is another possibility.
Your parentage is unknown to you. Not, necessarily, to others.
So what?
For my royal father to react so swiftly with lies and misdirection, even threatening a foreign prince and his entourage...
He's protecting you as if you were his own daughter.
Even a bastard daughter would be worth more to him than another son.
A king's daughter...?
It wouldn't make any difference. It's your mother that you'd inherit from.
Inherit? Don't you see what this means?
We could be sisters!
No, we couldn't.
Even if we shared blood, and that's an if, it wouldn't make you kin to me.
As it stands, there's no reason to believe that it's true.
But if it is, or if she's telling the truth about not knowing, then she might not be involved in any conspiracy.
Course not.
And if that's so... who was behind that assassin?
And what are the King and the Wisdom doing about it?
<For a moment, no one speaks.>
Cassidy?
What?
I have no idea what our parents' plans might be. They rarely confide such things in me.
Oh, I don't know either. I mean, I have guards...
Where are your guards now?
Waiting in the hall outside.
I'm safe enough with Callum here, aren't I?
If I can get in without the guards catching me...
Only because I let you in.
True. Still, if the guards are meant to be hunting assassins, I could be in danger when moving around.
It would help to know their plans. And we need to find out who's behind it, for your safety.
I'm sorry, I don't know about any plans.
I don't know either. Not that you asked.
You did tell them about the assassination attempt, didn't you?
<The siblings exchange questioning looks that fade into concern.>
I... I'm not really sure. Everything happened so quickly.
As usual, they had little time to hear my version of events.
So it's possible that they don't even know?
<Just how much danger is Cassidy in?>
Oscar might have told them. We were separated.
Mmm.
We should go to him! We can visit, and find out what information he gave to our parents.
And Madeleine?
<If they leave these rooms, I can't follow them. The guards would see me.>
Dolores can keep her company. Won't you?
If you say so.
<Callum catches my eye for a moment, then nods.>
<It takes no words to understand – he's asking me to keep an eye on Dolores. He still doesn't trust her.>
<But he does trust me.>
Please tell Oscar that I'm all right.
I will.
<I don't know what to say.>
<I believe that some of my anger at her may have been misplaced, but... she's still more slippery than a snake.>
<I wonder how well Callum can sleep in bed with her lurking nearby.>
Bet you're wishing you were alone here with yonder 'gentleman', eh?
You were quick enough to go at each other this afternoon.
I did not -
With what I saw before?
Perhaps he's tired of you, then. Maybe you kiss like a fish.
<Now that's below the belt. No one can be that rude by accident.>
I don't understand you. You're not a fool. Why are you trying to make me angry?
To see if I can?
It doesn't benefit you.
I don't know what benefits me anymore. Nothing makes sense.
I don't understand
you. Playing happy servant to people who'll screw you to a post if you cross them.
Sucking face with a killer.
Callum killed an assassin. If I had to take a life in order to save someone else... I hope I wouldn't hesitate.
As for the rest...