Kael
The castle had settled into its quieter rhythm by the time we returned to my wing.
Dinner was over. Most of the staff had retreated to their evening routines, and the corridors that had bustled with wedding preparations all afternoon now carried only the occasional guard changing shifts or a servant collecting empty trays.
Drake walked beside me with the same easy energy he’d carried all day, his hands tucked into the pockets of his shorts as he recounted, in great detail, exactly how convinced Jonas had become that mermen spent their entire lives feeding fish.
“…and I don’t think we should correct him,” he concluded.
I unlocked my door.
“I gathered as much.”
“He’ll figure it out eventually.”
“I sincerely hope so.”
“I mean…”
He shrugged as we stepped inside.
“…hopefully aft
