Lila’s POV
After breakfast, I excused myself with a vague mention of “planning,” which technically wasn’t a lie. I was planning—just not for palace affairs. My stomach fluttered with anticipation. Oscar had found us a secret training space, and I was finally going to learn how to fight.
“Oscar!” I called from the doorway of the cabin.
“Little Lila, a sight for sore eyes,” a voice answered—but it wasn’t Oscar’s.
Henry appeared in front of me like a ghost and I shrieked, stumbling back with a hand over my heart.
“Where the hell did you come from?”
Henry grinned wickedly. “It’s my newest party trick. Beats knocking.”
Oscar came stomping up behind him, looking unimpressed. “Teleportation. It’s all he does now. Won’t even walk to the kitchen.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” H
