*Rapunzel*
As evening begins to draw in and the carriage jolts from the post road to a cobblestone street, I wake to find myself in Horace’s arms. The carriage rocks around a corner, heading into an inn yard. His arms tighten around me, but he doesn’t wake until I kiss him.
He wakes up, scowling, and before I can say a word, announces that he never naps.
I hold my tongue. My father has similar convictions; he’s certain that he never loses his temper.
The Queen’s Arms, in Palden, is accustomed to accommodating members of the High packs who arrive in a swirl of servants. The innkeeper leads us to a private parlor, where Horace kisses me absentmindedly and then sits down to listen to the groom who arrived this morning from Scotland with the latest reports.
Reports!
I’m starting to detes
