That night, I wait for Darian.
Mary goes to bed sulking. There was a dance event this evening, and she discovered that if I didn’t attend, she couldn’t, either. She kept insisting that I go with her, but when Jimmy refused to let us leave the suite, she finally went to bed with a pout on her face. I can’t blame her. She wants to enjoy herself. She had a grand time at the picnic today, and I’m glad for that. It does make me a little envious that I have to sit things out, but then again, I probably wouldn’t enjoy them the way she does.
I wait till the early hours of the morning, but Darian does not show up.
The next night is the same. No Darian.
I ask Jimmy, but all he tells me is that Darian has been called away by the king for diplomatic purposes and is simply not around. I try to text
