Gideon nods, her grin fading—but not that far. "Yeah, it's a whole—thing. Technically a murder but not one of the murders we're not talking about. He, uh. We got a summons from the Emperor, all the heirs and cavs to travel to Canaan House for Lyctor trials. Let's, like, also not get into what that means right now. Ortus was about as good with a rapier as he was with a pen, and his mom lost her mind about it—going on about how he was gonna die, all this stuff. Harrow wanted to make me her cavalier instead, so she was gonna let them flee in a transport ship, but Marshal Crux rigged it to explode in atmo. Recompense for their disloyalty." This last is said with some genuine disgust. Man, she hates Crux.