I grin, thinking that they very much would. And that I’d die of anxiety watching them hurl themselves around on it, worried about them falling and breaking their bones.
“Does it really get cold enough to freeze it solid like that?” After all, Mahl and his court come south to this winter palace because it’s more temperate than the north.
“Oh, I’ve got methods to help it along,” Margot says. I turn back to her and she gives a little wink. “I’m a poor little winter girl at heart. I’ve got my methods of having fun.”
I tilt my head, smiling at her, betting that she’s right.
“So!” Margot says, giving me a bright smile. “How are you feeling about the Night of the Stag?”
I groan again and she laughs.
“Honestly, Everleigh,” she murmurs. “Don’t you enjoy anything?”
“I enjoy peace, quiet, and…
