The last remaining bedroom is smaller, though not by much. It’s painted a deep green that relaxes my tense body the instant I step into the room. Had I taken the first pick, I would have chosen this bedroom. It feels warm, the camel leather sofa at the foot of the bed pairing perfectly with the velvet emerald comforter. The desk is a rich oak, and even the bathing chamber is dark and moody. After changing out of my dusty travel clothes, I settle into the comfortable bed and allow my exhaustion to lull me into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Fionn, Silene, and I eat breakfast together in the sitting room. We all slept well somehow, not concerned that it was our first night in a country that killed hundreds of our people the last time Velmarans were on these lands.

“What’s our strategy for this Council meeting today? Do you think the Queen will be there?” Fionn asks.

I nod. “I assume she’ll formally greet us today. I plan to be observant and do my best to keep my mouth shut.”

Silene shakes her head up and down vigorously in agreement. “Yes, Thorne, keep your mouth shut, you impulsive rake.” Fionn chuckles, and I give Silene a wink. “What of our betrothal? Are we officially engaged here?” she asks.

“What do you think?” I ask, sure she has an opinion.

She frowns, pausing to consider the options. “We let them continue to believe whatever it is they’ve heard. If they bring up the betrothal, then we’re a couple. If they don’t, then we get to finally be rid of each other,” she taunts, and I laugh before giving her my agreement. If they do think we’re betrothed, I’ll have to find a way to establish that it’s a political arrangement made by my father if my plan to charm Queen Laurel into spilling her secrets is going to work.

A knock at the door reveals Admon.

“If you’re ready,” he says from the doorway, “I’ll show you to the Council chambers.” I nod, and we follow him out the door and down the hallway we entered last night. He stops before a large staircase, then looks back at us. “I must warn you,” he says, a twinkle in his eyes, “this palace has many floors, and the Council chambers are at the very top. We are in for a vigorous walk. Since we’re at a higher elevation than you’re unused to, this may be a difficult trek.” Fionn puffs out his chest a bit, huffing at the implication that he’s not capable of conquering stairs. Silene and I trade glances in silent laughter.