The Errandsman’s FollyTravis West
After Folly
Wild rose bushes grew in a towering cluster of five-or-six along the edge of the Dank Forest. I made my way to them against the push of excited villagers, careful not to step on toes or jab anybody with my elbows even as I looked at the roses far above our heads. What I wanted was to shove bodies aside, palms in faces, screaming that they get out of my way. Alas, to do so would be most detrimental to my desire—by gods, my craving—to see her again. The last thing I needed was to be stopped by the Royal Guard for questioning.
The villagers stood near to fifty-deep along the road leading to the royal fortress, waiting for the procession. Always a big deal, weddings. Prince August, heir to the throne, loved throughout the kingdom, was to be marr
