Under the orphic light of the ballroom, Windley's frosting had never looked better.As he walked by, he dallied at my back, drawing a hand along the small of it, leaning forward darkly to whisper: "Tonight, I feast." With the echoes off searching for another royal to corrupt, Merrin and Windley turn their efforts elsewhere: after Ascian's stolen ring and in the direction of a certain honey-voiced doppelganger with deeper ties to Merrin...