I say no to Prince Cassian, but he doesn't leave town.
None of them leave.
Mara says they rented whole inn at bottom of hill. Ten rooms. Ten gifts still on our Hall table because Council says gifts must stay until Day 30, as proof of offers.
Southern Prince sends letter next morning. Day 11.
Ella, thought of you last night. South has warm winters. You like cold, but warm is nice too. Breakfast? Cassian.
I put letter in fire.
Second letter at lunch, Eastern scarred Alpha.
My pack has library. You like books. Come see.
Fire again.
By Day 12, letters come every hour. Flowers with letters. One has dead rabbit, "fresh kill for strong Luna," North custom, but I don't eat rabbit.
Caelan says nothing about letters. He reads Council reports at kitchen table, jaw tight, but when I come in
