CHAPTER 8
Something Fishy
reedom!
Well, temporary, restricted freedom . . . but freedom nonetheless.
Midway through fall semester the cumulative student body of Lady Agnue’s and Lord Channing’s customarily took a joint field trip to one of the two kingdoms by the sea. It was a week-long venture intended to be an opportunity for our schools to bond and for us students to learn about diplomatic relations.
That was all fine and dandy by my account, but what I was looking forward to was a few days away from this ivory-towered prison.
It was quite a sight really—the dozens and dozens of carriages lined up in the school’s driveway. The In and Out Spell had been lowered earlier in the day and now our entire school entranceway was more clogged than rush hour in Century City.
Pairs of horses
