Tortall's spymaster sat in his workroom at the Royal Palace in Corus going over reports gathered by his network of spies spread all over the Eastern lands. The Whisper Man was in the middle of reading information on the current political situation in Carthak when a knock on the door pulled him out of the trance he was in.
'Come In' he called stacking his papers up on the desk ready to give to his father-in-law Sir Myles of Olau the realms official spymaster when they met up the next day.
The door was pushed open from the outside to reveal a small raven haired child peering round the door, familiar hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. The little boy ran up to him and grabbed him in a tight hug but he was so little that he only reached his knees.
George bent down so he could face the child 'Where is your mother little one? I'm sure she's out looking for you.'
The little boy giggled and pointed over George's shoulder towards his desk where a petite but strongly built woman with his wife's fiery red hair and his hazel eyes sat with a giant crooked grin plastered all over her face.