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The idea of being there when she studying is just nice and he really should have done more on the commission than he has already.

So he decided to grab a mixture of things and asked Bar for something to eat and she provided him with a simple basket with snacks in it.

Once he was sure he hadn't forgotten anything, then he knocked.

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"Well, its politics and things get odd when you have gaps too. What's not making sense?"

He's tall enough that he can lean over to peer at the book.

Kait tells him exactly what is not making sense, in enough detail that if she were writing it, half the things she says would be in footnotes. It starts with a merchant banker with a toy monkey, and ends in the Five Families only narrowly agreeing that a civil war would be bad for business.

At the end, Kait stops and takes a long drink.

By the end of the explanation, he's just looking at her with a lot of respect,

"Are civil wars avoided a lot?"

"Yes and no. You'd be astounded at what can be classed as a civil war."

"I probably would since the Old Kingdom doesn't really have any in our history."

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"How long is your history?"

"Five hundred or so two hundred years ago a lot of damage was done but it wasn't really a civil war. Also a lot of things are missing since then, my father spent those years as a figurehead on a ship."

"I do beg your pardon?"

"Which part?"

His family's history is rather odd, but then Kerrigor was very powerful.

"The part where your father was the figurehead of a ship?"

"I'm still not quite sure how it happened but mother found him and restored him. When it happened to him was when a lot of things that protected the Old Kingdom were broken."

"That normally happens. I mean, the, uh, losing of protection and stability with the loss of...leaders..." Sorry, Sam, your girlfriend is still stuck on the fact that your father was literally part of a ship.

"The Great Charter Stones were also broken, we're still fixing them."

"Oh. No, that wouldn't help, either." She looks sympathetic.

"They can be fixed though. Its just that Father doesn't remember a lot of things. If you want I could tell you what happened, its just not a terribly nice part of our history."

"Would you want to tell me?" She asks, grabbing another pastry.

He picks apart the pastry he has as he's thinking,

"You like to know how places work and this is part of why things are a lot the way they are in the Old Kingdom."

A quick, wry smile.

"Yes. It is one of the flaws of an apprentice diplomat. But that is not what I asked. There are parts of my history, and my Family's history, that I am not comfortable with talking about several hours before I sleep. So, would you want to tell me? Now?"

It's a way out, if he wants to take it. Even with the curiosity in her eyes, it is a way out.

The pastry's now in small pieces as he looks at her,

"I think I can tell it and not suffer for my sleep. The worst part of it is having to go down to the reservoir to help fix the Great Charter Stones."

"How do you that? And why did they break?"

"Two hundred or so years ago, my father's brother became a necromancer. A lot of how and why isn't known at this point, but he did. He came to the palace and with his mother and sisters went down to the reservoir where the Great Charters Stones are. He slit their throats over the stones since blood can break them and mend them. After that the Old Kingdom suffered badly. About twenty years ago, my mother was finally able to defeat what was left of him and since then we've been restoring the stones."

"He killed his own mother? And his sisters?"

"Yes and made my father a figurehead and put a spell around the city so he wouldn't remember who he was."

He's gone pale and quiet since he knows that he could never do what his mother did again Kerrigor, but he'll have to.

Kait reaches out across the table, offering her hand.

Her hand is warm and he squeezes it tightly,

"Things are better, it just takes time."