Don’t speak his name again.
Elowyn’s heart jolted.
She blinked down at the words as more unfurled beneath them, almost frantic in their speed.
And whatever you do, don’t let him know you’ve heard of Haspan Cosmoses.
Her palms were slick before she realized she was sweating. The candle beside her guttered low, shadows twitching across the walls.
The dorm felt smaller.
Quieter.
And suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep reading.
"And, oh moon—"
A blot of ink spread across the margin, as if she’d stopped mid-stroke.
"I’m grateful you haven’t asked anyone yet. That's disastrous."
Another streak, lighter this time, as though the quill had skidded.
"He’ll come to the academy, yes. Like a good man but beware. You're a prince."
The words bled into each other, rushed.
"So—twenty
