Seventy-seven:
Lady Kenna
I was packing for my trip to New York. The end of December had come up so much faster than I expected. I’d spent most of my time, when I wasn’t at home working on school work, at the palace with Declan. On some days, we rode horses. On other days, we went on walks or fishing.
We’d spent so much time together. At first, all he talked about was Fiona. But eventually, he got to the point to where he didn’t talk about Fiona at all. Instead, he started talking about the future. About different things that Declan wanted to do as King.
“What will you do if things come to ahead with Coleum?” I asked as we walked.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, “it won’t be up to me. It will be up to Grandfather. Grandfather hasn’t told me his plans either. He’s bee
