Owen
I sit in the banquet hall, counting the minutes. I nurse the same jug of ale the entire time to avoid anyone offering to refill my cup, making sure to perform the appropriate humble yet proud response whenever someone points out that second place still hasn’t completed the task yet.
I watch my father on his throne.
At night he would revel with the partyers, he’d said. Then he would retire to continue the investigation on the missing werewolves during the day. Which means he won’t stay up late so he can get an early start on the investigation tomorrow.
I can only manage to wait ten seconds after he politely excuses himself from the festivities before I follow him out.
Already making his way toward his room, he turns at the sound of my steps, pausing to wait for me. “Let me gue
