I’ll return,’ I nodded. ‘I’m a man of my word, Majesty.’ “‘Not quite a man yet.’ She mustered a small smile. ‘Sixteen next week, is it not?’ “Astrid handed me a sheaf of rough paper, and unfolding it, I felt my heart skip three beats. It was a page from her sketchblock, but it might well have been a mirror. Her artistry was flawless as always, but instead of Justice or Chloe, this time Astrid had drawn me.
