Poppy’s POV

After the longest week of my life, it was time for the Autumn Ball and I was not looking forward to it. I would be expected to entertain Eirikur, drink watery cocktails, and dance with other nobles. It was not my definition of a good time.

But, like always, I put on my mask. Smile and nod. Even though I would much rather shoot arrows through targets and drink the good stuff out of my father’s liquor cabinet.

Eirikur has been on my mind since ...