Twenty-One
I don’t see Aurora at all the following day, which is odd considering she’s had some activity or other planned for the two of us every few hours since the moment I arrived here. She doesn’t show up for archery in the morning and, far worse, she doesn’t join me in the queen’s private parlor in the afternoon for my weekly instruction on etiquette. I’ve survived two of these etiquette lessons already, but I suspect it was only because Aurora was there to make them bearable by poking fun at her mother—something I’d love to do, but wouldn’t dare for fear of receiving some form of horrible magical punishment I’ve never heard of. So I keep my mouth shut and try not to fall asleep as Queen Amrath drones on.
I assume that perhaps Aurora isn’t feeling well, but when Roarke comes to my r
