MALIKA’S POV
When it was finally lunchtime, we all met up in the dining room, as I had commanded, so we could talk over what we had been doing.
We were just making small talk until we were all present. Tor had his arm around me, which was giving me some much-needed comfort.
The last to arrive was Karla. She had in her hand an old-looking notebook that was all yellow with age, and she was sporting a deep frown on her face.
“What have you got there, Kar? And why are you looking so concerned?” I asked as she came over to our table and sat down next to me. She turned in her chair to look at me fully.
“Um Mali, this is the journal of the previous ruler of this kingdom…” She said, stopping to gauge my reaction before continuing. That would have been Alaric. He was a friend of my father'
