"Are you alright syre?" Jacoby wondered. "You haven't said a word in hours."
"Just a bit surly," Emerick replied bitterly, "don't mind me."
And it was the truth. He was beginning to wonder if marriage was actually all it was cracked up to be. He was beginning to get thoroughly sick of being given the run around whenever he had something to do or say, while at the same time being required to drop everything on his plate in an instant to help with other things. The worst part was that it wasn't just Trixie and she wasn't even the worst of them either. Not only had his mother dropped this urgent assignment on him out of the blue, it seemed he wouldn't be receiving a proper debriefing on it either... At least that was his assumption based on the fact that they were going into the complete opposite direction from the castle and heavy enchantments had been put in place to disguise the carriage.
