I swore to kill the Wyvern who had done that to Mr. Pluggs. But my father, always diplomatic, didn’t want us to make a fuss. It would create more chaos among our people.
I didn’t understand Wyvic. Not even Dad did; he had to get a translator to come and tell him what it meant. He was scared afterward. He refused to tell anyone what it said. It was something bad, though. He doubled the guards around the castle.
I cried for two days. When the tears finally dried, I slept.
Christmas was upon us, but I wasn’t in the mood for people.
Sir Robert left on a long-overdue trip to China. Something to do with them meeting Blake’s adult form. I was too grief-stricken to care.
I’d broken my silence and sent him a crow about Pluggs. I’d thought he would at least send condolences. But who had I been
