Hollis

By the Goddess, I feel like shit. My head aches, my skin burns, and I am far too hot. I told Father sleeping in the carriage away from Escuro wouldn’t work out for any of us—if I feel like this, I can only imagine how he’s doing this morning. We could’ve left this morning without losing any face after whatever fight he had with King Kieran. I’d be shocked if those Dun’s Crossing types got up before ten in the morning, even with their ridiculous ritual slated for ...