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Once Myla’s out of sight, a royal messenger approaches my cabin. I memorize the messenger rotation schedule. You’d be amazed how useful such information can be. In this case, the messenger for the day is Odelinda. She’s who my parents use when they require both discretion and speed.
In other words, I’m in trouble.
Odelinda stops before me. She’s a tall woman, athletic and lean with long brown hair pulled back into a neat bun. As a messenger, she wears a simple black gown with the Rixa eagle emblazoned on her shoulder. “Greetings.”
“Good morning, Odelinda.”
“Your presence is requested at the reception tent.”
“I’ll be along shortly.”
“Yes, my Prince.” She bows and strolls away. Despite the heavy gown, Odelinda can sure hustle. I have messengers in tunics and short pants who can’t b
