But then it hits me.
“Oh my God, archery training!”
Nina’s eyes widen for a second, then she grins. “About that… the king already canceled your sessions. He said your unborn child can’t be put at risk.”
I flop back on the bed with a heavy sigh. “So, no more training, no more drama. Thank God.”
She walks closer, holding an envelope with both hands like it’s something sacred.
“The king asked me to give you this. Personally.”
My brows lift. “Thank you, Nina. Seriously. You’re like a little sister to me.”
Her cheeks flush pink as she beams. “And I’m happy to serve you, my lady.”
She turns to leave. “I’ll make your breakfast.”
“Peppery noodles,” I call out. “That’s what I’m craving.”
She giggles on her way out.
I finally look down at the envelope in my hands. Something about it feels
