He made notes, laid some of the papers aside, but was nonetheless glad to see Jerisson. Still awake, he was scrolling through documents and reading them. He found Altres Lort in the king's study. So, where would he start? With Count Lort, of course. Jess sighed and requested clean clothes, any clean clothes-his own were so dusty and reeked bad enough to scare horses. A servant quickly prepared a bath and a meal, but also told him that Count Lort wished to see His Grace, as well as Marquis Losan. Sleep would come next, hopefully, ten hours of it.Īlas, that was not to be. In several days, they could move to the capital.Īs for the time being, he wanted to rest his bones in a hot bath, followed by a hearty meal and spiced wine. Let them sleep on his pillow and bite as much as they would he didn't mind that!Īt least Lily and Mirrie were under guard by Her Majesty's side.

Jess missed Laveri, his home, the Virmans swarming around all day, the work-outs and friendly clashes with Eric and Leif, Lilian, sitting behind her desk in the study and biting at her pencil, writing something, Tahir, always appearing out of nowhere, like a living shadow.even the damnable mongooses! Jess didn't mind helping, but he'd rather work in Cardin, wait for His Highness Edwin's coronation, and take Richard's bride home to Ativerna, where he could retire to the castle of Teral that had already become home to him. A small confusion on the roads of Wellster wasn't a problem for his country. Instead of ambushing him, mercenaries tried to make a run for it, fighting only as a last resort.įrankly, he probably should have.or should he? Jerisson was Ativernan it wasn't his job to worry about Wellster, since it didn't concern his plans.

The King's Road by Lina J. Potter