*Kyan*
Something is going on.
I’m starving, even though I ate some snacks in my room before lunch, so we’ve probably been eating for a good ten minutes before I realize how quiet everyone is. Even my sisters aren’t chattering away. Mother looks troubled, and Tyler seems even more pissed than he is when it’s just me at home. Maybe he thinks that Emory is also here to prevent him from claiming the throne one day.
The only person who is talking at all is Aunt Daniel. He has a ton of questions for Emory. I almost feel sorry for my roommate. He’s trying to eat the delicious sandwiches our chef made, and he has to pause after every bite to respond to one of Aunt Daniel’s inquiries. He’s asked about Fire Pack, about the Academy, what Emory thinks of the castle, etc., and Emory has given short,
