Kael
By six that evening, twelve castle employees had received an ability none of them possessed when they woke that morning.
Which meant Salas and I had inherited a problem no ancient text had bothered to explain.
Training.
The first three sat across from us in one of the smaller conference rooms near the royal wing. Mara from the kitchens occupied the chair closest to the door, still looking mildly concerned that she might accidentally hear the king while chopping vegetables.
Beside her sat Gerald, the guard whose armor had announced him loudly enough for Shelly to comment on it, and an older groundskeeper named Elise who had apparently heard the princess think flowers while admiring the embroidery on her sleeve.
Salas closed the door after the last of them entered.
“Before we be
