Chapter One Hundred and Eleven.
The melting week was in full swing, as Fitz stepped out of the ice place, walking with his royal beta. It was safter to find out what had happened away from the palace, and the listening ears, who would report anything they overheard, either in the form of rumours, or directly to someone like Alpha Fanning.
Small blades of green grass poked through the melting snow, as they made their way around the pathways, toward the thick trees, and out of earshot.
“So, tell me what the hell happened,” Fitz said, speaking more to Edvard as his friend, than his king.
“f*****g Johan left me little choice. He was suspicious of me, and to prove that I was speaking the truth and not hiding anything, he said I should go to the sand kingdom to choose my own squadron and
