Knox’s POV
“She stomped on your foot.” My brother River chuckled again.
“Yes,” I replied testily. “I believe everyone saw it. We don’t need to rehash it.”
Aaron loyally kept his mouth shut, but I could see the twinkle of humor in his eyes.
My father, King Seb, sat across from the three of us, who were seated on a wide sofa. The furniture in Winter Harvest was comfortable at least. Ember Moon’s furniture was not only hideous, but terribly uncomfortable.
“I think we need to rehash it,” my father said.
I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and took a stiff drink, glancing at the parlor doors to see that they were closed. The Ball continued in the ballroom, but in here we at least had some privacy. “Why?” I asked.
“Because I was speaking with King Olwen,” my father went on.
I wa
