“Go on, Lokosh,” the tiny regent said, gesturing dismissively with one hand. “Shut the door, and don’t let anyone disturb us.” He waited until the soldier had obeyed, which he did only sluggishly, before hopping up onto the table and walking across it towards her. “Tell me what secrets you have for your king. I’m his brother, you know. If I’m the one who tells him, he’ll listen.”