I started the next morning differently.
Not visibly. That was the point. On the outside everything looked the same. I rose at the usual hour, went to the east library for the early session with Elder Moss, ate breakfast in the main hall with the same people I always ate with, went to training with Gareth. Same rhythm, same routine, same face.
But I was paying attention in a way I had not been before.
Not to threats from outside the walls. To the inside. To the small things. The way people moved through the kingdom and where they went and who they talked to and whether any of it did not quite add up when you held it against everything else you knew.
I had told Rowan I knew how to do this and I had meant it. Growing up invisible in Mooncrest had given me something I had not understood wa
