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I lifted an eyebrow. Rose’s ability far surpassed mine, and she certainly seemed to have a feline-like ability to land on her feet—even in a marriage to a man supposedly our enemy. “Yes, I’ll take Mother’s book, and I’ll do what I can with it.” Rose rested her hand over mine, and I drew strength from her touch. “Good.” “I’ll study it.” A small smile twisted my lips. “Studying is something I’ve always been good at, after all.” “Oh, Lily.” Rose tutted her exasperation. “Magic isn’t supposed to be a chore. You’re allowed to take some enjoyment in it, you know.” I helped myself to some more cut fruit, carefully picking around any apple. “You don’t need to worry, Rose. I’ve already made several decisions since I arrived here that I know you’ll approve of.” “Oh? And do you plan to tell me a
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