"I would not be so hasty to unveil the truth, Jasmine." Bren carefully slides the lockbox away from Jasmine's reach while not breaking eye contact. "The truth is a loose thread. One cannot pull it out in small pieces. It tends to unravel everything else with it."
"But you're practically a Lord of the realm, yourself," Jasmine reasons. "You might have had your reasons, but is it worth forsaking your heritage? You'll never have a chance to redeem your family name."
"You've secrets and reasons of your own, Jasmine. Or have you forgotten where you were when Fortune-Giver found you?"
Jasmine shudders. Her previous career was not a thing to be proud of.