“It’s locked, Prince Renelm.” Elm heaved a sigh. “As to that. What did Ravyn do with the keys when he left?” “You mean your keys, Highness?” “Yes. My bloody keys.” Baldwyn cleared his throat as another family came up. “Announcing—” Elm put a finger in his face. “The keys.” Baldwyn blinked down at his finger, momentarily cross-eyed.
