Chapter 50
Without the discipline of lessons with Master Fawkes, I only played my harp occasionally. I had no more secret books to read, since I’d decided to leave the incomprehensible leaflet in its hiding place. No one had seemed to notice the missing titles, and I presumed the secret shelf had been forgotten over the years.
Rose and Kian trained together frequently, and her manner continued to soften toward him. I tried not to feel excluded when they discussed specific weapon techniques, or shared a laugh over some obscure reference I didn’t catch, but sometimes it was difficult not to sulk.
Not that either of them were deliberately excluding me, but loneliness closed around me like a cold fog, increasing as the winter wore on.
My training with dagger and buckler was going adequatel
