Chapter 5
He’s actually taking this rather well.
Eleanora Tentrees smiled as young Lord Weyland paced in the upstairs chambers which had been Kitiara’s for as long as she had known her. On the second floor in the palace complex, reachable only by a narrow stair and overlooking the formal gardens, the rooms had been a place she had despised in those first few months when she had been trying to civilize Kit. But after nearly fifteen years of sleeping in the chamber next to the princess, she felt more at home here than she did on one of her infrequent visits home to visits her parents, her brothers and sisters, and her ever-expanding horde of nieces and nephews.
“Relax,” she said. Weyland turned and stared at her. “Unless you’re planning on wearing a path in the carpet.”
He shook his head
