Bringing Lord Keeper Marcellus into the Elysian Estate required a certain amount of finesse. Not because he resisted, which would have been simpler. A man who struggled openly could be bound, silenced, and placed in a secure room with a guard outside, and no one would need to pretend the situation was anything other than an arrest.
Marcellus, however, walked beside Captain Arthur with his hands folded before him and his posture perfect, looking for all the world like a respected official arriving for afternoon tea. The only unusual thing about him was the six Sonomi knights surrounding him, and the fact that one had been quietly instructed to break his legs if he tried anything clever.
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I watched from the upper landing as they entered the main hall. The servants had already been cleared away, though naturally no one needed telling twice. The Elysian Estate had grown very good at sensing when a situation was about to develop teeth.
