So, lavender is Jordan's Achilles' heel, and his brothers', too.
Summoned by me, Phaedra Cascadia clicks her tongue while rubbing salve on Jordan and feeding him anti-allergy medicine. “Lavender, Jordan? Really?"
He talks even though he's coughing so hard he can barely breathe. “Phaedra, do you seriously think I–"
“It was my fault!" I hover nearby. “I didn't know he was allergic. I just chose it because it's relaxing and pleasant. And normally good for you."
It certainly didn't appear in the information my father gave me. The great Haydon Blessing missed a critical detail? A weakness?
Phaedra glances at me, then apparently decides I'm not on her blacklist. “And of course, there's no lavender in the kings' suite. We just assumed you'd be spending the night there."
I blush scarlet. How
