Will asked as the carriage bumped along on the road to the palace. “Want to and need to are two different things,” I said with a sigh, smoothing the wrinkles from the peplum of my ice blue jacket draped to the side of my seat. Finally, someone had asked my opinion on clothing, though the suede trousers that clung to my legs were far finer than anything I’d have ever dared ask for. The Minkovs were as generous as they were skilled. “The compass says she’s in the castle, so this is the easiest way to draw her out. Unless she’s found someone to spell her appearance, I should know her the moment I see her. You made sure your father’s arranged for all of the servants to be there as well?” “Of course,” Will answered. “I convinced him with the argument that since they missed most of the festival due to their duties, a concert from Torell’s champion was the best way to ensure their continued loyalty. They’ll be up in the balconies, but they’ll be there.” I removed the gold-ringed gem from inside my chemise and watched the arrow hold steady with the castle as we wound our way through the cobblestone streets.
