Chapters (50)
- The Plan Commences
- Table of Contents
- The Grieving
- The Mortal Blow
- The New Queen
- The Marital Bed
- The Trembling
- The Reinforcements
- The Vision
- The Setback
- The Incomplete Circle
- The Game
- The Gale
- The Plan
- The Splendor
- The Breakfast
- The Formidables
- The Sisterhood
- The Allies
- The Discipline
- The Significance
- The Patra
- The Doors
- The Finnie
- The Final Choice
- The Worth
- The Chalk
- The Unicorns
- The Dance
- The Vows
- The Enchantments
- The Surprise
- The Trick
- The Confrontation
- The Honesty
- The Kiss
- The Call
- The Decision
- The Duo
- The Wrongs
- The New Advisor
- The Welcome
- The Pet
- The Sacred Horn
- The Decryption
- The Royal Wedding
- The Plan Commences
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Pecking at them with my fingers, I pulled at my curls, giving them more volume around my face as I stared into the looking glass that hung from a post in Aramus and my tent.
After nightly swims and daily showers in fresh water, I was going through my supply of oils and essences to keep them healthy, bouncy, separated and tamed, as I liked them.
This meant we’d have to find an apothecary along our journey to Wodell so I could blend some more.
Although Aramus had received a bird saying that we had much longer to make our way to Notting Thicket than we’d previously thought, we still had to leave. And soon. We’d dallied more than a few days and we’d been told the journey would take at least three weeks at a quick pace. From the beginning, we had little time to linger.
Therefore, we were leaving in the morning.
I would need far less oil and essence for my hair once we were inland.
I still needed to blend.
I sighed, turned away, and my skirts that had a number of loose, filmy panels that drifted like kelp around my thighs twirled about my legs as I did so.
I grabbed a short piece of toweling that was resting on our pallet as I made my way to the flaps of the tent that were tied back, giving me a wide view of the magnificent sea. I walked through the opening and stepped out onto the sand.
And felt my foot hit home.
I could not stop my smile.
Xi was wandering in front of our tent. He looked to me and I turned my smile to him.
“Good day, Xi,” I called.
“My queen,” he replied on a return smile and stopped.
“Where is he?” I asked.
“Attempting to murder a squad of soldiers he’s drilling in sand maneuvers,” he answered, jerking his head back down the beach.
I turned that way to see perhaps twenty men doing things with Aramus standing before them, shouting.
“Mind,” Xi went on, and I looked back at him. “They’ve already drilled in these maneuvers about five hundred times. But I suppose you can never be too ready.”
I really should not laugh but I was having difficulty not doing just that.
“Has that rider I asked you to send returned?” I inquired.
He shook his head, but his brown eyes were dancing. “Though I expect him this afternoon. I’ll find you the minute he arrives.”
“I’d appreciate that, Xi.”