We finish sweeping training room, but sand stays in cracks. Like jealousy.
Dinner ends. Mara clears soup. Theo leaves to go back to inn to spy on suitors, he says, but really to play cards.
Caelan goes to fix weapon rack. I go to my room.
I sit on floor nest, look at shackles on sill that I still haven't thrown away, look at crack under door where hall light comes through and chair creak should be.
No creak. He is still downstairs fixing rack he broke.
Day 11 almost over. Nineteen days left now.
I think about market. Prince hand on shoulder. Caelan stepping in, saying nothing, then destroying whole room alone.
I think about letters I burned. I think about how Caelan crumpled last one without asking and then asked after, scared.
I stand up. Go downstairs.
Training room door open, l
