Chapter Two
Myla
I’ve gotten myself into some awkward situations, but this one? It’s the pits. Everything started when I spoke some fateful words to my fiancée:
Sure, I’ll visit your palace in Antrum.
Yeah, I’d love to watch you teach battle stuff.
What a disaster.
As of this moment, I sit on a gilded balcony with the nobles of Rixa. Surrounding me are tons of sweaty guys in tunics alongside women whose overly large gowns get caught on everything. I’m crammed by the front edge with Lincoln’s mother, Octavia, who looks petite and lethal in her dark velvet dress. Beside her sits Connor, Lincoln’s father, who’s the definition of a medieval king with his barrel chest, black tunic, and chin-length white hair.
All I need do is watch the fight. It’s all good, yes?
That’s a big no.
Here’s
