CHAPTER TWELVE
Confession of a princess:
Why must there always be dead bodies lying about on these quests? Is it a warning from the Fae? I think it is.
I can imagine their voices now, shrieking, “For you shall fall soon, you despicable wench. You are damaged. Die!”
…or something like that.
IGAZED INtrepidation at the outside of the hostel where we were to sleep. “Are you positive this is the only place available? There must be another in this province. It is large enough for three lodgings.”
Queen Mikko sighed softly. “I am positive. Bella Water only has two.”
Her sister was staying at the nice inn. We were not.
The King of Gorgons wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Do they at least have food?”
My own stomach rumbled. It waslate. I was hungry, too.
“I believe they do.” The caster queen walked forward. “Stay out here while I procure the rooms.”
I covertly stepped closer to my warm soul mate. With the coming of evening, a chill had settled in the mist. His body heat was welcome at this point, my muscles tired from walking so long.
King Traevon stretched his back. “Someone will need to take a meal to Queen Alora. Who shall go?”
I turned my head to the gorgon king—as did King Athon.
Father was already looking at him.
“Yes, I will take her dinner,” King Elon hissed. “I’ll take over the watch when I go.”
I snorted. Of course, he would.
He added, “You might also allow her to speak freely.”
King Athon snorted. “We’re actually tracking our target this time. She needs to remain silent.” He shifted his traveling bag to his other shoulder, having relieved me of it once he’d found the correct province.
It had taken alongtime today.
I peered down at our boots. It had also been very muddy.
Swamps werefilthy.
I glanced left and right, the street as quiet as the mist. Lights lit up two of the shops nearby—even this late at night—individuals seen within... “This place is eerie. Why is it so quiet?” A thought quickly occurred. I waved a hand in the air. “Never mind. I am tired. They’ve spelled their buildings for concealment.”
Father grinned with pride. “Exactly so, my heir.”
Queen Mikko exited the inn and walked toward us with slumped shoulders. She muttered grouchily, “I managed to get a room.”
King Traevon stared in confusion. “That is good.”
“No.” She cleared her throat. “Oneroom. That is all they have available. The rest are already taken.”
I groaned and dropped my head down. “One bed, I suppose?”
“Actually, there are two in the room.” Queen Mikko perked up at revealing thiswonderfulnews. “I was told that they will fit two people each.”
King Elonhissed. “This is dreadful. The elves will share a bed, and there will be a battle for the other.”
