Sairis's POV
Sairis looked up at the keeper without really seeing him. "Who had access to the queen's private quarters," he said, mostly to himself. "Who would have been able to get to her things without anyone asking questions."
The keeper looked at him. "That," he said quietly, "is the right question." He paused. "But I am afraid it is not one I can answer."
Sairis nodded slowly. He had not expected the keeper to have everything. The man had already given him more than he had walked in with, and that was enough for now.
He thought about who would know. Marsden had been in this palace long enough to remember the late queen's household clearly.
He would know the names of the people who had served her, who had moved through her quarters freely, who had been close enough to handle her personal things without drawing attention.
That was exactly the kind of information Sairis needed.
The problem was getting it from him without Marsden wondering why he was asking.
