you certain there’s no way I can go into the city to get furniture of my own?”
She pauses, curling and uncurling her fingers around her sword.
“Rinni?”
“Perhaps there could be a way, if we’re very careful.” Rinni’s eyes are shifty, as if she’s doubting herself for saying anything.
“Oh?” I encourage eagerly.
“I’ll tell you as we walk.” Rinni motions for me to follow her and I quickly fall into step.
The plan is fairly simple.
Rinni takes me back to her room and there I change out of the gown and into some of her clothes. She has a modest apartment—the racks of weapons I expect. The painting supplies I do not. Rinni says nothing about her hobby, so I follow her lead. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be secret that the right hand of the king is also an artist. Either way, I don’t want to risk the peace we’ve found.
I carefully tuck my hair underneath a cap. Even though no one knows me yet, Rinni says the red is too distinct a shade to have flowing freely. Though a few red-orange sparks float stubbornly around my ears.
The final bit of my ensemble is a pair of green-tinted glasses. Apparently, elves all having the same eye color has given rise to some thinking it fashionable to wear spectacles of varying tints. It’s like I’m wearing one of the stained glass windows from the Keepers’ temple on my face, but I’ll accept it if this is the way I get out of the castle without issue.
“I think this’ll work.” Rinni appraises me one final time. She’s changed out of her usual military garb into plain clothes.
“It’ll be great.” I appraise myself in her tall, skinny mirror. “Shall we?”
“One last thing.” Rinni looks to Hook. “He has to stay here.”
I purse my lips. “Hook is—”
“Hook is going to quickly become identifiable as the queen’s wolf.” Rinni folds her arms over her chest. “If your hair can’t be shown, then neither can Hook.”
Sighing, I turn to Hook. “You’re going to have to stay here.” He whines. “No, I insist. Rinni is right, there’s no other way.” A bark. “Do not take that tone with me. You are headed back to my quarters, now.”
He gives a defiant yowl and hops about the room. Before I can stop him, the air shimmers, the shadows lengthen, and the wolf slips between them into the void. Rinni is as startled as I am.
“What did you do?” she whispers.
“I… I don’t know.” Panic claws its way up my throat and is let out as a soft, “Hook?” Nothing. “Hook, come back.” I raise my hands to my lips and let out a shrill whistle. The wolf comes bounding back on command and I bury my fingers in his fur. “Good boy. Did you hear my whistle? You really are the best of boys!”
“Now that’s useful,” Rinni says in awe. “A Fadewalking wolf… I’ve seen everything.”
“Okay, Hook, go back and play in the Fade. I’ll call you later.”
He heeds my command and Rinni and I set off through the back halls of the castle. All paths lead back to the main atrium, and the two doors that Rinni unlocks with magic.
I take a deep breath the moment we enter the city. As if I’m welcoming spring with a big hug, I reach my arms out, over my head, and rise to my toes. The days are becoming undeniably warmer, even if they’re still a little too cold for my taste and frigid at night.
“You seem happy,” Rinni finally comments as we walk around the great lake in the center of the city.
The frost has vanished off the statues and their details are clearer. The queen wasn’t merely kneeling…it looks as though she’s burying something. Perhaps? I see a large mound under her hands and maybe a small sapling that almost looks…familiar? I’ve seen those leaves before, haven’t I? But the significance of her burying something, or what she might be burying, is lost on me—something to search for in the journals.
It’s likely just the queen planting a commemorative tree, or something similar. I quickly shift my focus back to Rinni.
“It’s nice to get out of the castle.” I keep an eye on her face, looking for any sign that she knows about my escape two nights ago. I see no indication.
She thinks about her response for several steps. “I can see how it might seem that you’re some kind of hostage, especially before the coronation. But once you’re introduced properly