“Will I like him when I finally get to meet him?”
“I never know who you will like or not, Evelyn,” Hannah said with deep exasperation.
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you remember meeting Lord Bryant?”
“At that dinner we had with the Moran family? Yeah, I guess so.”
“Do you remember calling his youngest son an asshole?”
Evelyn rolled her eyes. “I didn’t say it loud enough for Lord Bryant to hear.”
Hannah threw her hands up. “That doesn’t make it okay!”
“His son was being an asshole.”
“He was achild!”
“He was knocking shit off the table with his Air magic. Like a cat, Hannah!”
“He was only four! He was learning how to use his powers.”
“Then his parents are the assholes for not setting any rules. Even a cat would be sprayed with water for that.”
“You cannot call the Lord of the Air Court an asshole!”
“Too late!”
Hannah sighed. “My point is, I don’t know if you will like Prince Alexander or not. I cannot predict your arbitrary reasons for liking or disliking important people.”
“What will you do if I don’t like him?”
“I don’t know, Evelyn. But you are not the one who is going to marry him, so I think we will all survive.”
“Not sure about that,” Evelyn countered. “Fire would definitely win in a fight against Vision magic.”
“No!” Hannah reprimanded. “You cannot already plan on fighting with my future husband!”
“Future husband? This morning really did go well for you.”
Hannah grinned. “Get dressed. You’ve wasted most of the morning.”
Evelyn laughed as Hannah practically skipped out of the room.
I can’t believe I’m the younger sister. Hannah seems so innocent sometimes. I swear I will burn this palace down if the prince hurts her.
Evelyn passed several guards on her way downstairs.
The Connollys brought a dozen members of Carrowmore’s Royal Guard. They wore crimson tunics, with a shortsword. Fae who worked as guards or soldiers in Carrowmore trained with weapons but were more likely to use Elemental magic to defend the royal family.
Members of Gryon’s Royal Guard were stationed in and around the palace. They wore blue tunics and each had a longsword in a scabbard on their backs, as well as a dagger sheathed at their thighs. Perceptual magic was less inherently dangerous than Elemental magic, so guards and soldiers in Gryon relied more on weapons.
Evelyn found Hannah and Queen Camille in the sitting room.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” the queen asked.
“I did, thank you.” Evelyn blushed. “I apologize for missing breakfast.”
