Alexander’s POV

I looked down at the golden envelope I was holding; it was addressed to me and had arrived by hand a little while ago.

Turning the envelope over, I saw the royal seal on the reverse side and found myself reluctant to open it for some reason.

"I wonder what it could be," Ghost said, interested in its contents.

"It is probably an invitation," I answered. "What more might it be?

"There aren't any upcoming festivals," Ghost said. "Open up; I'm ...