Oliver took a deep breath as he stepped into the courtyard. The morning air was crisp, refreshing, and cool. Autumn had always been his favorite time of the year, and it was quickly turning from summer to fall. Soon, snow would blanket the ground. It would happen before anyone realized.
The seasons changed at such a dizzying pace. Time was the only constant in the world.
He had spent the last several days working with Dylan to incorporate the flute portion into the king's song. It was going well, and he felt they were ready to let Fennel listen to the new rendition. They made quick progress, which made him proud.
One thing Oliver did miss was being alone with Fennel. Since they overheard the maids gossip, he had not slept in the king's bedchambers. He also hadn't gotten a chance to spend any time alone with him.
