I took Heather’s arm and pulled her through the large double doors into the mansion. She wanted to stop then and stare at the elaborate marble hall just inside, but I kept going. We stepped out the back onto a wide terrace and then down two shallow steps into the main garden.
Just as our feet touched the grass, the sun set, and right on cue, the chamber quartet in the gazebo across from us struck up the first notes of a song.
I gave Heather a minute to take in the sight of the main party area, and then I began to point out the features, starting with the cluster of tables set out to one side. “The refreshments are there. The green fountain always has a non-alcoholic beverage, like sparkling punch,” I said. “The gold fountain has champagne.”
Then I turned her to a pond filled with water lilies and floating candles. “That’s the dance floor.”
Heather stared in confusion. “I don’t see anything.”
“It floats in mid-air. It’s invisible so you can see the pond.” I pointed to a space flanked by two white crane statues. “That shows you where the way up is. And there are more ballrooms inside.”
Count Duncan, in an emerald doublet and tights, was escorting his wife, Serafina, in a golden gown, making the rounds to greet their guests. Emerald and gold were the official colors of the county. Behind them hovered one of the knights of the count’s personal guard, Sir Allen, more to make him look good than to actually protect him, since no one would threaten the count at his own party.
They came over and greeted us with a nod and a smile. “Miss Rosamunde,” the count said. “Welcome to the Autumnal Equinox celebration. Who is your friend?”
I made a deep curtsy to the count. “Your grace, may I introduce Miss Heather Prasolov. She is a new student at my school, Crowther.”
Heather managed to pull off a curtsy of her own, which earned her a large smile from the count. “Ah, the new student!” he said. “I welcome you and your family to Golden Forest County. Your family name sounds Russian. Do you have a patronymic?”
“Um, no, Count Duncan, sir,” Heather said, blushing. “I was born in America. My parents dropped their patronymics when they moved to this country.”
Serafina said, “Many families choose to adopt new traditions when they move to a new place.”
Heather nodded. “Something like that.”
The count turned back to me. “And what about your mother, Rosmerta? Will she be joining us at all this weekend?”
I shook my head. Count Duncan always asked Mom to come to Court, but she almost always came up with some excuse not to show up. “She sends her regrets, but she has things that require her attention at home. In the garden.”
He smiled. “Well, let her know that we miss her company. Now, I’m sure you’re eager to see your friends. Please, enjoy the festivities.”
We curtsied a final time and he led his wife away. As they left, Sir Allen lingered another moment and stepped closer to me.
“Your sister is not here either?” His gaze swept the room, unable to find Akasha.
I shook my head. “She still doesn’t want to come back, sorry.”
The knight frowned, but turned away to follow after the count without any further questions.
Ashleigh and Glen found us next. Ashleigh was wearing a huge golden ball gown with a hoop skirt underneath, but she moved in it easily. Beside her, Glen looked dashing in emerald green with golden trim.
“Lady Ashleigh, Sir Glen,” I said, curtsying to them like I had for the count.
They laughed and hugged us both. “You know you don’t need to be formal with us,” Ashleigh scolded me.
“I fear that if I insult you, my lady, then your noble champion will rush to defend your honor, and I cannot possibly best a knight in a duel,” I said, winking at Glen.
Heather turned shy again, looking down at the floor. “Congratulations on your knighthood,” she said to Glen.
Glen flashed her a warm, reassuring smile. “Thanks. That stuff comes tomorrow, though. Tonight’s all about having fun. Would you save a dance for me later?”
“Of—of course,” she stammered. “I’m not a very good dancer, though.”
Ashleigh laid her hand on Glen’s arm. “Oh, don’t worry, he’s a very good lead. We have to keep making the rounds, but we’ll chat later, okay?”
The couple moved away, and I saw that more of our friends from school were starting to arrive among the older guests. I turned and saw Domenico arriving with Zil on his arm, which surprised me a little, although she abandoned him a moment later and made a beeline for the punch fountain. Lindsey was beaming on Peter’s arm, and I braced myself to say hi.
“Oh, good, both of you girls made it!” Lindsey said. She grabbed Heather and blew air kisses on her cheeks.
Heather stiffened, but she smiled and murmured, “Hello.”
When Lindsey leaned in to do the same with me, she pinched my arm and whispered in my ear, “She’s not your date, is she?”
I shook my head. “I just gave her a ride here. Be nice.”
Lindsey let go of me and turned back to look at Heather. “That dress looks great on you. The dark color really brings out your pale skin.”
Heather blushed. “Thank you. Your dress is lovely, too.”
Lindsey took a step back and twirled to show how her skirts spun out, revealing panels of varied shades of pink. The colors shifted and twinkled in the light, so subtle that it took me a moment to realize that it was an enchantment. “Do you think so? I worked on it mostly during the summer, before I got so busy with school starting. I wanted something that I could dance in.” She looked over her shoulder at Peter and smiled at him.
Peter said, “Let me get you a drink. Do you girls want anything?”
“Sure, we’d like some punch,” I said.
He nodded and headed for the refreshments. Meanwhile, Heather had stepped forward with wide eyes and was fingering the fabric of Lindsey’s dress. “You made this yourself? That’s amazing.”
Lindsey grinned. “My mom did the hard parts. I did the little enchantment and a lot of things like the straight seams to attach the panels together—the busy work.”
“She’s being modest,” I said. “Lindsey designed that dress. She’s going to be a world-famous fashion designer someday. If you stop by the art class at school, she has a portfolio full of her fabulous design sketches.”
Lindsey rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Well, at least I try to mix it up a little. I think you’ve worn that dress at every single party and dance I’ve seen you at since you got it for your thirteenth birthday.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but suddenly Lindsey caught sight of something behind me and her face fell. I turned to look.
Lindsey’s ex-boyfriend Robert stepped out onto the terrace. Beside him was Daniela, another girl from our school. Daniela was wearing a slinky black dress with red ruffles, like a flamenco dancer, and her curly brown hair was down loose, with a large red flower over her left ear. Daniela was a xana, which was like a faeriekin except that she lived in a river—her family name, Estanislau, came from the local Stanislaus River, or maybe it was the other way around. Like all faeriekin, Daniela was drop-dead gorgeous in a way that made us humans look dull and plain.
Robert led Daniela right past the three of us without saying hello, but he glanced at Lindsey with a cold expression. They stepped up onto the empty dance floor that floated over the pond, and began dancing very close together.
I moved closer to Lindsey and put my arm around her. “That’s a cheap move,” I muttered under my breath.
I felt her pull herself up straight and she lifted her head defiantly. “I expected something like this,” she said. “That’s fine. I’ll just ignore him.”
“Do you think you can manage to do that all night?” I said. “It’s pretty tacky the way they’re flaunting it.”
“I’ll manage somehow.” She turned to Peter, who had just returned carrying four cups of punch by the little handles. “How about we go for a stroll through the gardens? It will be an hour or two before the dancing starts.”
Peter glanced at the dance floor, opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and shook his head. He handed me the pair of cups in his left hand and offered his arm to Lindsey. “I’d be happy to.”
“I’ll catch up with you girls later,” she said to us as she pulled him away.
As the sky grew darker and the party continued to fill up with more people, Heather started sticking closer to my side. When she looked around the room, I could tell that she was getting overwhelmed. Even worse than school, the guests here were almost all magikin: dwarfs, nagas, pookhas, satyrs and more. The Fae hadn’t arrived through the Veil yet, but it was still a strange sight.
I grabbed Serafina in a spare moment, and she gave us a tour of the gardens. Heather relaxed a little when we got away from the crowd.
Then the musicians in the gazebo swapped out for another, larger chamber group, and the dancing began in earnest. I found Kai, alone and in fox form. He was still the same height as me when standing upright on his hind paws, but now he was covered in white fur with red tips on his ears and tail, and his eyes were black. He was dressed in a smart brown suit and purple bow tie.
I asked him to dance with Heather. “Only if I get to dance with you later,” he said with a toothy grin.
“Deal.” I smiled back at him.
Kai danced a song with Heather, and then Glen was her next partner like he’d promised earlier, and then most of the other guys kept coming over and asking her to dance. I had my own share of dance partners, too.
I was taking a punch break between songs when Heather reappeared at my side. “I think your friend is about to cause a scene.”
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as I turned around and looked. Although the musicians were playing a fast song, Daniela and Lindsey were both trying to do some kind of sultry tango that didn’t really follow the beat. With Robert and Peter in their clutches, they stalked around the dance floor and tried to do crazy moves like bending over backwards, which was forcing most of the other dancing pairs to back up out of the way.
I stood up and tried to push through the crowd around the pond. Lots of other people had noticed by now, too, and they were all standing there watching the show. “Excuse me, pardon me,” I muttered as I dodged around more hoop-skirted ball gowns and dandy courtiers.
But I was too late. Robert, who had obviously been taking dance lessons but was still not the most coordinated dancer, spun Daniela around the wrong way and knocked her straight into Lindsey.
That was the final provocation she needed. “You clumsy idiot!” She let go of Peter and whirled around.
Daniela folded her arms and faced Lindsey down. “My apologies. I didn’t see you edging into my space.”
“This is my space!” Lindsey shrieked. She lunged for Daniela.
“Lindsey, no!” I ran up onto the invisible platform, but she didn’t stop. Lindsey yanked the flower out of Daniela’s hair and shoved her so hard that Daniela lost her balance and fell off the edge of the dance floor, landing on her behind in the mud of the pond shore below.
Then it was too late. Sir Allen reached the dance floor before me and took Lindsey by the arm. “Violence in this court is not permitted, and must now result in your immediate expulsion from this party,” the knight said sternly.
I stopped short in a cluster of dancers. There was nothing I could do to help my friend now, except maybe—I looked around and saw Glen up on the terrace.
Glen saw my pleading look and nodded. He glided through the crowd of guests, who parted to let him pass, and went up the steps to join Sir Allen. “There’s no need to restrain her,” he said, nodding at Lindsey. “She is a friend of mine, and I know that she lost her temper only momentarily. No doubt she already regrets the hastiness of her actions. Please, let her go.”
Sir Allen hesitated for a moment, then stepped back and released her, bowing to Glen. “Forgive me. I was following your grandfather’s orders.”
Lindsey, who’d frozen out of shock when the knight grabbed her, took a shuddering breath and rubbed her arm.
Count Duncan mounted the steps, adding to the knot on the dance floor. “Sir Allen acted rightly,” he said, looking down on his grandson. “Whatever her reasons were or how she regrets them, the rules of my house state that she must leave now.”
Glen bowed his head respectfully to his grandfather. “Then allow me to escort the young lady out of the house.”
The count nodded and stepped aside. Glen offered his arm to Lindsey. She reached out to accept it, but Peter hurried forward. “I’m driving her home,” he said with a pointed look at Glen.
Glen bowed and indicated for both of them to go ahead. She took Peter’s arm then, and let him walk her quickly out of the party, her head bowed to hide her face. Glen followed behind them at a polite distance.
I stopped holding my breath and stepped back down onto the ground. The count and his knight walked away, which was the cue for the musicians to start playing again, allowing the other dancers to resume. I saw Robert going to help Daniela up out of the mud. She didn’t look hurt, but her dress was ruined. Then they also walked out.
I went back to the bench where Heather was watching the whole thing with wide eyes. “Oh my goodness,” she said when she saw me. “I didn’t think she was going to go that far.”
I sat down with a sigh. “Lindsey can be a little, um, impulsive sometimes. I tried to stop her.”
“Do you think that you could take me home early?”
“The dancing is going to be over in less than an hour,” I said, trying to think of how to encourage her to stay. “At midnight, there will be a fireworks show, and then they serve ice cream sundaes that they set on fire—”
She shook her head. “I think I’ve had enough excitement for one night. I just want to go home and rest.”
“Okay. What time do you want me to pick you up tomorrow? There’s brunch running all morning, the swimming pools will be open, and then the games start at noon—” I saw her starting to shake her head again. “You have to at least come back for Glen’s knighthood ceremony at five. You said that you wanted to congratulate him.”
Heather sighed. “Fine, you can pick me up at four or something.”
I tried to hide my disappointment as we followed the mass exit, but on the inside I was sad. By now half of my classmates were already leaving. Who would be left to hang out with when I got back from taking Heather home?
I got Heather home and flew right back, but I was still a mile or so away from Quiggs Mountain when I saw the fireworks start to go off. I had to land in a tree to watch them and wait. I was a little too far away to really appreciate the show. Also, I got my hair stuck in a branch, and it hurt when I yanked myself free.
By the time I finally made it back to the party, I wasn’t in a good mood. Fortunately, a nice flaming ice cream sundae helped take the edge off of my annoyance. After I was served and safely blew the fire out, I sat down to eat my ice cream inside, because it was getting pretty chilly out, and looked around at the remaining guests.
By then, most of the younger guests had gone home, including nearly everyone my age. Heather’s parents weren’t the only ones who like to set a curfew. I knew that Glen and Ashleigh would still be around somewhere, but I didn’t see them. However, I did notice that a lot of Fae and other guests from beyond the Veil had started to arrive.
Fae were immortal beings that lived in the Realm of Faerie. Tall, over seven or even eight feet sometimes, slender, beautiful, and they sometimes have a faint glow. They also possessed very powerful magic. They’re governed by the Seelie Court, ruled by the Queen, and a whole hierarchy of nobles whose power came from how closely related they were to the Queen. The world where they lived was very different from ours, so inhabitants of Faerie couldn’t live long on Earth, and vice versa. Anyone stuck on the wrong side of the Veil that separated the two worlds would slowly lose their mind. However, Fae liked to visit when they got the chance, especially when there was a party.
The faeriekin who lived on Earth were all at least half human. They had a few fey-like features—taller than average and very beautiful—and they also enjoyed extended lifetimes, often up to two or three hundred years. Their political system was modeled on the Faerie Court in the other Realm, although they had tendency to splinter off into smaller kingdoms and factions. Noble titles could be inherited through bloodlines traced back to Fae nobility, granted in recognition of service, or even taken by force.
The scene inside the main castle building was beginning to resemble a fantastical painting. Mixed in with the mortal party guests were ladies who had dresses spun out of moonlight, gentlemen whose hats came alive to eat ice cream, elegant people who could be either men or women, Fae princesses who literally floated across the floor, people with too many eyes or extra joints in their fingers or impossibly long legs—
I wasn’t even halfway through eating my ice cream sundae when a tall man dressed entirely in lemon-yellow satin came over and sat down in the chair next to me. “Rosamunde! The little witchling,” he said with a smile that would charm the Faerie Queen herself.
I smiled back at my patron. “Hello! What name do you have today?” I asked carefully.
“Dandelion,” he said, winking at me. “And thank you for remembering to ask this time.”
“You could just wear a name-tag or something,” I suggested.
He shook his head. “That would take all of the fun out of it. So! How goes things in your world? Have you finally chosen a suitor who will dash my dreams against the rocks and break my heart in twain?” He clasped his hands over his chest dramatically.
I laughed. It was one of Dandelion’s old games to pretend that I was his one true love, and he must win my hand, but I knew he wasn’t serious. Fae were constantly shifting their natures and their moods, but they were often playful. “No, I’m still not dating anyone.”
“Ah, then there is still hope for me!” He clasped my hand, which was still holding the sundae spoon, and kissed it like a courtier.
I pulled my hand away from Dandelion. “You’re way too old for me.”
He pouted. “I can appear any age that I choose. I thought that you would like me tonight—just about eighteen, do you see? I read in one of your magazines that teen girls prefer boys who are a few years older than them.”
“It’s not how you look. I don’t know how old you actually are, but I’m sure that it’s at least a few millennia out of my range.” But I still smiled. Fae are never boring.
He sighed. “Never ask a gentleman about his true age,” he said. “By the way, are the other lovely ladies in your family here tonight? Your sister owes me a rematch in chess. I promise not to cheat this time.”
I had my doubts about whether Dandelion could play any game without trying to cheat, but I kept that to myself. “Mom never wants to come and now Akasha doesn’t either. She’s been acting kind of weird lately.”
He cocked his head to one side like a bird. “Weird? How so?”
“Well, she’s been complaining about school and stuff. She said she can’t make any friends because she’s the only human in her class now,” I said, stirring my melting ice cream. “She’s never had a lot of friends, but she didn’t have a problem getting along with other kinds of people before.”
“Hm.” Dandelion thought about that for a minute.
I took advantage of his silence to shovel a few spoonfuls of sundae into my mouth before the whole thing was too messy to bother.
Then he asked, “What does your sister get out of this school? Is there anything that she likes about it?”
That threw me for a loop. “It’s a great school!” I said defensively. “You can get a great private school education without any religious preaching. They care about all the different kinds of students, no matter what they are, and they have small classes so they can focus on giving everyone individual attention. The orchestra is really good. They have some cool electives, too, like the sorcery class and the magitek lab.”
Dandelion gave me a stern look. “I know that it is a good school for a lot of the students,” he said. “It’s obviously a good school for you. But what is so great about it for your sister? Is she in the magitek lab?”
“No, she hasn’t learned any magic yet,” I said slowly. “She joined the school paper.”
“Does she enjoy writing for the school paper?”
That brought me back to the conversation we had that morning. I was starting to get an uneasy feeling. “She told me that she doesn’t get to write anything for the paper—but that’s because she’s new.”
“I see.”
I started to think about the other things that Akasha used to enjoy about school, like all of the different spirit events and volunteering in the classrooms, but Crowther was such a small school that it didn’t have many of those types of things. The only spirit event that we’d had so far this year was a magic show hosted by the sorcery class.
Finally, I said, “I don’t know that there’s anything Akasha really enjoys about Crowther. It doesn’t have a lot of the stuff that she used to love about her old school.”
“So, she’s at a new school without any of her old friends or activities, and she can’t make friends or do anything special that she can only get at Crowther,” Dandelion said. He frowned. “Why is she at this school?”
It sounded harsh the way he said it. I opened my mouth to say that Akasha was going to Crowther because it was the same school that I went to, but then I also remembered her earlier accusation that she never saw me at school anyways, which was mostly true. And in less than two years, I would graduate, and Akasha would be alone at a school she hated—a school she had no reason to like.
“I don’t know why she’s at the school,” I told Dandelion.
“Then you have an answer to your problem: find something that she likes at your school, or find her a different school. Also, tell your mother that her continued absence from Court is starting to raise more than a few eyebrows.” He stood up then and offered his hand to me with a smile. “And now, little witchling, I believe you owe me a dance.”
A servant passing by took my ice cream dish, and I had no excuses, so I accepted Dandelion’s hand. I let him lead me into one of the indoor dance rooms where a jazz band was playing. I noticed with some surprise that a chicken was playing the trumpet in the group.
“How does a chicken play the trumpet?” I asked Dandelion, wondering how a beak could possibly make an embouchure without any lips.
“How does a squid keep a diary?” Dandelion replied with a smirk, which didn’t answer my question at all.
I was busy enough for the rest of the night that I was able to stop thinking about any drama. I only managed to get a few hours of sleep in one of the castle’s guest rooms, but I woke up feeling more wired than tired, especially after I ate lots of sugary dishes at the brunch buffet. I had seconds on the light, fluffy soufflé pancakes with butter and real maple syrup.
After stuffing myself full of almost too much food to move, I saw that the games had already started. There was Ultimate Frisbee going on in one field, an archery competition in another, and the chess tournament was in full swing in the gazebo. The younger children were being supervised in several party games like musical chairs and Simon Says, but I knew that most of the children would be off in the woods playing an epic game of hide-and-seek.
I played a few rounds of Ultimate Frisbee before I got tired. I looked around for a place to relax and saw Ashleigh sitting by herself on a bench, watching the horse track.
I went over and sat down next to her. “Hey. What’s up?”
Ashleigh pointed to Glen on his mare. “Glen’s warming up for the jousting by putting Sweetie through her paces.”
My eyes widened. “They’re going to joust? I didn’t hear about that.”
The count politely hosted the expected number of tournaments with jousting and other trials of combat each year, but he wasn’t really a fan of the sport; and a proper tournament often lasted two or three days with lots of different events attracting huge crowds. The castle didn’t look prepared to host an event of that scale—usually there were tents set up everywhere to hold all of the knights, horses, squires, armor smiths, and everything else.
“It’s just a small demonstration,” Ashleigh answered my thoughts. “It’s only going to be Glen and the other new knights, so they can show off their skills. They’ll tilt a few times so everyone can cheer, and then it will go back to the regular party. No prizes awarded or anything.”
As I scanned the track, I saw a few other young men and women also warming up their horses for the demonstration. Despite their youth, they all looked like accomplished riders: they, like Glen, had probably been training hard to become knights every day since they could walk. I wistfully admired their apparent ease with their mounts. I’d only been on horseback a few times and always felt very awkward; riding a living animal with a mind of its own was nothing like controlling a broom, even considering that a horse generally stayed on the ground.
I saw something shimmering out of the corner of my eye and turned to look. Down by the other edge of the track, there was a unicorn putting his head over the railing to watch the horses ride past. I wondered how the unicorn felt about them. Normally unicorns were solitary and didn’t let people ride them.
A few minutes later, Ashleigh broke the silence. “I’m sorry that Lindsey can’t come back to the party.”
“Me, too.” I sighed and shook my head. “She brought it on herself, though. I tried to stop her when I saw what was happening.”
“Yeah, I guess it is kind of silly.” Ashleigh looked down at her hands, which were neatly folded in her lap. “I still felt sorry for her. It was cruel of Robert to bring Daniela and flaunt her around like that.”
“Lindsey thrives on that kind of drama, though.” I leaned back and put my arms over the back of the bench. “That’s why I don’t date anyone.”
Ashleigh glanced at me sidelong. “Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on experiences by not dating?”
I shrugged. “Would it be fun to date someone? Maybe, if it were someone that I liked. I also know that relationships can be a lot of work and it might just cause drama. School takes up so much time, and I can always wait until I’m older.”
“Isn’t there another girl that you like?” she asked.
“Nope. Not a boy, either,” I said lightly.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought that you were into girls—”
“I know, because of what happened with Lindsey.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, willing away old memories. Even now, it still stung.
Ashleigh reached out and touched my arm. “I didn’t mean to remind you of that.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I opened my eyes again and shook my head. “Actually, I like both boys and girls. It doesn’t make a difference to me. Are you surprised? I thought Fae felt the same way.”
Ashleigh furrowed her brow in the cute way that meant she was thinking. “I suppose it’s that way for most full-blooded Fae, but we’re more human than you’d think. It’s not really talked about, because it makes us different and we all try to be just like the real Court, but most of the faeriekin that I know of actually have a preference, one way or another.” She squinted at me. “But how can you tell how you feel if you’ve barely been with anyone?”
“I just know how I feel.”
“Oh,” Ashleigh said again. She stared out at the horse track and leaned her chin on her hands in a pose that was less ladylike and more like a sulky child. “I wish I had your confidence. I have no idea what I’d really want if I had the chance.”
“Because of the betrothal,” I whispered. I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulders as I said it, to make sure that no one else was listening nearby.
“Exactly.” Ashleigh didn’t lower her voice at all. “I don’t have any chance to try out new relationships and figure out what I want, to be indecisive and jealous like Lindsey, or even just to have fun.”
I glanced at our friend. He was slowing his horse down to a walk. “You don’t have fun with Glen?”
“Oh, I know, I must sound selfish,” Ashleigh said, giving me a half-smile. “He really is a nice guy, and he tries so hard to make me happy. I think he really does care about me, betrothal or not. But we both know that we don’t really have a choice about this, and there’s no point in me acting coy when it’s only a matter of time until we’re married.”
I tried to imagine how difficult it was for her to be locked into an arranged marriage practically before she was even born. I’d only met her Fae mother a few times, but she struck me as more calculating for her daughter’s future than actually concerned for her wellbeing. It was also telling that Ashleigh’s human father, who raised her alone, never visited the Court even though he had some minor honorary title.
“You could take my approach to dating: just wait,” I suggested. “You’ve got even more time than me to look forward to, as a Fae. Once you’re married to Glen, and you both have an heir that will make everyone else happy, who’s to say that you can’t do whatever you want? No one would stop you from taking a consort or having as many lovers as you want once the succession is secure.”
Ashleigh giggled politely behind her hand. “You make it all sound so romantic!” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m sure when I’m a married woman with children, there will be a flock of suitors just waiting to sweep me off my feet and take me to prom.”
I rolled my eyes back and grinned. “I don’t need to remind you how many suitors Serafina has.”
Her smile faded and she nodded. “I know, I know, I’ll still be young and beautiful for a long time. But I have a lot of responsibilities looming in my future, and I’d like to be able to enjoy the time that I have now, while I’m still sixteen and in high school. I don’t want to put it all off for another ten or twenty years. And how do I marry Glen if I can’t even tell if I love him or not?”
“I just don’t know that dating other people is going to tell you if you really love Glen,” I said. It seemed like a strange theory to me. “I think love is one of those things that you just know. Like, you want to be around that person all the time.”
Ashleigh sighed dramatically. “I already am around Glen all the time. He’s my sworn protector, and he takes that very seriously.”
“Well, I hate to tell you this, but you’re my friend, so I owe you the truth. If it bothers you that you have to be with Glen, then I think you already know how you really feel about him.” I shielded my eyes against the sun when I saw something very shiny being carried over to the horse track. “Is that armor?”
Ashleigh stood up and smoothed out her sun dress. “They’re getting ready for the joust now. Excuse me, Glen will be expecting me to give him a token of my favor once he’s ready.” She turned back before she left and smiled at me. “Thanks for talking to me, Rosamunde.”
“Anytime,” I said. “I hope that it helped.”
Ashleigh nodded and left.
I hoped that I hadn’t just said something to destroy an important Fae political alliance, and went to go find a seat for the joust.