Finn
I could’ve asked Kerr, my personal steward, to pack my bag. He probably would’ve done a better job of it than I am. A mountain of half-folded clothes looms at me, asking if that’s really how I’m going to show up to a foreign kingdom.
Putting my back to it is easier than answering. I need a few things out of the bathroom regardless. A bar of that pine soap, at least.
My head has been spinning since Kerr woke me early this morning with a message from Kieran. He’d finally gotten a letter from Tansy Beach, nearly at the end of our agreed-upon time frame. If we didn’t hear in the next three days, we’d be leaving no matter what and assuming the worst.
I hoped the last-minute letter meant they’d managed to find terms. Should’ve known I’m not that lucky.
In goes the pine soap, next to th
