An apple sat in the windowsill in the library. Kit noticed it when she came back from her ride with Reeve. She’d had to hurry to get ready for dinner because it had taken longer than expected to find her way back out of the forest and to the castle, but she had seen the red fruit sitting there and knew that Blankka had fulfilled her mission.
Either that, or this was all a set up, and Blankka was truly still loyal to the queen. She’d find out soon enough.
Dinner was full of the same nonsense as always, although her mother did seem excited about the archery competition the next day. She’d wondered aloud if Jaterius would be the winner in this official match or if one of the other Representatives would find a way to best him. “It was a close contest last time.”
“Yes, but Eliason was not part of that match,” Grandmother Junno noted.
Instantly, Rona’s nose wrinkled. “As far as I remember, he’s never been so skilled with a bow and arrow. I doubt he’ll be of any consequence.”
