Charles
I left that night, regretting my restraint as George drove me back the long, winding roads to the Palace. Leaving Grace’s pack house was a bittersweet moment. My usual happiness about returning home was stifled. I wanted to be at the Mooncrest Pack House with Grace, Cecil, and Richard.
How was it that there was nothing that required my attention when I wanted it, but now, there were things that needed me when I didn’t?
“Heavy lies the head that wears the crown,” I grumbled.
George laughed. “We’ll do our best to get you back to courting.”
I smirked. “Have you met Eason yet?”
“I really don’t want you trying to matchmake me.”
I shrugged. “He’s your type.”
He laughed, but he didn’t disagree.
When I got back to the Palace, the scent of its familiar stone floors and walls
