King Henri doesn't contact us for the rest of the day. Which is to be expected.
There's no telling how long it will take, but expecting anything involving a council of old men to move quickly - particularly when it involves and outflow of money - is a fool's hope.
When the night grows late, Celeste once again volunteers to have May bunk with her for the night, so that Lucas and I get a room to ourselves.
I lean against the wall of our rented room, looking up at the moon.
When did it get to be nearly a full moon...?
I've not been paying attention.
Lucas sighs as he settles on the side of the bed, letting his hair down out of his pony tail.
I like that look on him. His hair hanging loose and free around his face.
He catches me looking, and offers me a small smile.
...I'm the one to break the silence, still.
"Gonna tell me about what shook you up so much with the prince?"
