What the Now Allows~
Ava Buchanan
Jorendon
Grenmoon, 4417
Ava fidgeted on the carriage bench and rearranged her gown across her knees.
It was only for one night.
Papa was doing better since he’d started riding with Uncle Seth and his Redmist Ruffians, though she wasn’t supposed to know about any of that. Even so, it took little to send him back to the bottle. She would check on him as soon as she got back.
“Here.” Rory offered his flask. “A dram to steady your nerves.”
“Rogarthur, a lady does not swig aurello from a flask,” Grandfather chided.
“Sorry, didn’t bring a glass.” Rory shrugged.
Ava tipped back the flask and swallowed the burn. She stopped herself from drawing her sleeve across her mouth—the lovely sleeve on the lovely gown Grandfather had insisted on gifting her for he
