Knox’s POV
“They’re late,” I said to no one in particular.
I’d assigned Aaron to keep an eye on things in my absence. He’d been disappointed, to say the least, but he knew his place. In all honesty, the last thing I needed was to watch my Beta and Aira’s sister chatting like they were the ones who were meant to be mated. Though, maybe that was the situation. Blanche was still too young to tell.
I wished those two princesses from Winter Harvest knew their places. Namely, down here in the carriages. Right now. It was dawn, after all.
Finally, Aira came flouncing down the stairs, her lady’s maid in tow. Her servant directed the footmen in how to best load the princess’s trunk then got into the servants’ carriage.
I tried not to glare at Aira, I really did. But I wasn’t successful. She t
