CHAPTER 9
Geoffrey heaved a box of children’s toys from his wiener wagon. He surveyed the house King Carrodias had sent him to: a quaint carrot shaped townhouse in a settlement just inside the city walls.
He had driven through several guarded checkpoints and endured many vegetable stares along the winding road that led to the house.
The house didn’t look like a king’s house. It was neat, but not extravagant. Watercress hedges surrounded the house for privacy, and the chive grass lawn was neatly cut. The house was orange, with white shutters and a green, leafy roof. A swimming pool glistened in the backyard.
Geoffrey had imagined a sprawling mansion with servants and gardeners. Gourmans often joked that the king was a funny-looking carrot who couldn’t do anything for himself. The media
