Chapter 22
For two mornings in a row, I tried to find my father and speak to him about leaving Parnese, but each time the servants informed me he had already left the apartment. He might be very busy—I’d heard whispers of an uprising in Caliss, backed by the Athraig—but it still seemed he was avoiding me.
Finally, on the third day, he appeared in the courtyard as the servants were serving my breakfast.
“There you are!” I jumped up, ready to catch his arm if he made to leave again.
“Good morning, Rose.” He gave me an indulgent look and seated himself at the wrought-iron table. “Were you going somewhere?”
“No.” Frowning, I retook my seat. “I just wanted to ask you when I can depart for Raine. The wedding is in less than two weeks.”
He raised his brow and took a bite of fresh melon. I w
