CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Within half an hour both of us were sparkly clean, and I was draped over the bed with my legs dangling over the foot. Luca stood in front of a large desk near the door with his hands full of papers. The top of the desk was covered in stacks of more parchment, and a deep sigh escaped his lips as he tossed the papers onto the piles.
I snorted. “It’s not easy being king, is it?”
He shook his head. “It has its challenges, some more mundane than others.”
I sat up and dropped my hands into my lap. “So, what do you do when you’re not running around trying to cure a curse?”
Luca laid his palm on one of the piles and pursed his lips as he studied the papers. I noticed one of the papers poked out of a cream-colored envelope, and a broken wax seal bore the mark of some s
