Nerves churned in my stomach like the waves slapping against the piers. At least, I thought it was nerves. Maybe I was just hungry. My wedding feast had been canceled, not that I’d been upset to miss a formal dinner. But any dinner would have been nice. Instead, Father had taken me to his private study for spy lessons, and the meal had been forgotten entirely. So had sleep. He’d kept me in his study all night, poring over maps and the information he’d gathered about Turah. He’d gone on and on and on about his theories of Allesaria’s location until an hour ago, when Margot had come to collect
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