ERIK
“What’s the fastest way to Stavrok’s castle?” I asked Thomas, the head of the house.
I still hadn’t quite worked it all out, but he seemed like someone I could trust.
“The fastest, sire?” A smile lit up his face, “Technically, that would be flight.”
I grinned. I liked that idea; it would certainly make a statement. Though the lack of clothing on arrival might be a problem.
Thomas smiled even wider, as if he knew where my thoughts had gone. He obviously had a wicked sense of humor and I liked that about him. “Perhaps, since this is your first visit, sire, you could take the carriage?”
I frowned, disappointed. “Flying would be more fun.”
Thomas snapped his fingers and several maids arrived holding clothes in their outstretched arms.
“I thought you might say that, so perhaps you
