Emily POV
Time flew by. I was happy. They had kept me busy learning how to weave and how to make dye. It was not long before my father's blanket was finished. The colors were vibrant, all dyed and weaved by me under the guidance of Dafney, the head housekeeper, who comes as the cook and is everything the home needs. Dafney knows how to create. I draped the blanket over the back of the king so I could get a proper look at the finished product, and then I had to fight the king to get it back. He was impressed with the colorful and very soft blanket she had made.
‘If I give it back, will you make me one?’ he bartered happily.
‘Okay, when I get back from visiting Daddy,’ I conceded grumpily.
I was off to my father’s pack. The drive I remember last time was that I slept through most of it.
