Id wanted Tilda to stay behind in Förening, where shed be safer, but she insisted on coming with us. She wanted to do something to help stop the people who were indirectly responsible for Kaspers death. And as of late, shed been working as a captain in the Kanin army, helping train the soldiers. She would be an excellent asset for the Skojare in helping them get their troops in shape.
I stared at Kennet evenly. What if your brother isnt exonerated?That would only be if he is actually guilty of everything hes accused of, and if he is, he shouldnt be the King. Kennet sat up straighter. It is still a terrible mess in Storvatten, youre right, but were on the right path to figuring everything out and making it a safer place.
And that, he said, lifting up his glass, is all thanks to you and the Kanin. So heres to you.Mina hurried to grab her glass off the mantel and raised it in a toast. Skål!Skål! Evert shouted, then proceeded to drunkenly spill his drink all over himself.
Mina looked at her husband with pity as he tried to wipe the alcohol off his shirt. Oh, Evert, my love. Let me help you. She rushed over, using the length of her dress to help dry him off.I dont even know how that happened. He shook his head in disbelief. I dont … I think Im drunk.
I think you are, too, my King, Mina said with a bit of a laugh and smiled up at him. Why dont we get you up to bed and into something dry?
He reached out, stroking her face in a moment of tenderness that I hadnt even known the King was capable of. Youre so patient and beautiful. What did I ever do to deserve you?When King Evert died, our Queen Wendy called to offer her condolences, Bain said. Mina talked to her briefly, but she also informed her that, unlike every other royal funeral Ive heard of, no other royalty was allowed to attend. Only those already living in Doldastam could go.
Mina cited safety being her priority, but it all felt off to Wendy, he concluded.Holy shit. I exhaled shakily. She has them completely isolated and totally dependent on her. Everyone in Doldastam is trapped.
Which brings us to this morning and the strangest part about all of this. He reached into his back pocket, where hed tucked a rolled-up tube of paper out of sight. We received these, along with a lengthy letter.He handed a tube to me, and I unrolled it to reveal two sheets of paper. The top one was a black-and-white poster of myself. The photo was the official tracker picture taken every three months. In it, I stared grimly ahead, my eyes gray and blank.