Chapter 16
June 17
“Welcome home, your Highness,” the guard nodded when the carriage door opened. “Welcome back, First Gentleman Fielde. May I help you with your cases?”
Emmett was exhausted. They’d been gone for two weeks, ten days of which had been strictly travel in a carriage that never stopped bouncing, and sleeping in beds they were unfamiliar with. Of course, those were the nights that Emmett was granted a bed. Most of the trip he had slept on the floor beside Andrewe’s mattress. He understood the arrangement; he was the last defence if the guards failed. And with two guards posted inside the door of Andrewe’s sleeping room he could hardly be granted the privilege of sleeping in the same bed. Not that he would have been anyway. The further Emmett drifted into the parody of perfec
