Rejected by His Heir, Chosen by His Crown

Wren found out they wanted to make her an office the way she found out most things — sideways, from the crew, because Doss read the assembly notices and read them out loud while she ate, mostly to complain about them.

"They're going to make you a thing," Doss said, around a heel of bread, waving the notice. "Keeper of the Water. Official. Hours and everything." She snorted. "Keeper of the Water. I've been keeping the water for thirty years, nobody's made me an office. You've packed, what, four hundred joints? You're barely allowed to touch the ninth-ring header without me watching. Keeper of the Water." She said it the way she said everything, flat, unimpressed, and it was the first time all week that Wren had felt like herself, because Doss was the only person left who talked about the whole thing like it was ridiculous instead of holy.