February 15
“Do you think they’ll like me? I wonder what of the others? Do you think there will be any girls? Do you suppose they keep any dogs? What do you imagine I will be working at?”
“For the love of God, Aleyn, I already told you. I know nothing of what will happen, only that it is.”
The questions had not stopped since Aleyn had climbed behind Emmett on the horse. Four sentries followed, weighted with various packs and satchels, a shameful few belonging to Aleyn himself. Emmett had kept his own belongings sparse but they were exemplary in quantity when compared to the meagre collection of one spare pair of pants, two shirts, a comb, and a book that Aleyn had brought.
“Do you think the prince will remember me?” Aleyn asked after only a moment’s pause.
Emmett snorted. “I doubt he
