Page 95 of Enchanted Kingdom
“Your Grace.”
“Shall we?” he asked.
“We shall,” I agreed.
When we got to the doors though, we went straight through them and kept going.
“What are you doing?” I whispered. Of course the king would know I was staying in Keir’s wing now, but the other women knowing was another thing entirely.
“You were the last one in the room; I adjusted the timing to make sure of it. So I’m walking you up,” he told me.
I looked at Owen, who fell in behind us with Keir’s guard. “Oh.”
“Yes.”
“Will you read some more of that story to me?” I asked quietly after we turned a corner.
He snorted. “Why?”
I blurted out my honest reasoning before I could second guess it. “Because I like your voice and I’m still exhausted.”
He was quiet a moment. “It was a book my mother always read to us at bedtime. I didn’t realize at the time what she was preparing us for. So I still read it on occasion.”
“Well, I liked it,” I told him.
“Bedtime story it is,” he said with a laugh.
So that was how, with a book in his hands and my head on his chest, I fell asleep listening to Keir reading me a story. One in which a happy ending was at least sure to be found.
CHAPTER28
“Now we are stealing from the kitchens to feed the wolf?”
I looked at Owen and gave him a little shrug. “It was going to get thrown out.”
He rolled his eyes.
I felt I had been quite resourceful. After sleeping well tucked safely in Keir’s room, I was feeling much better this morning. It might have been some lasting effects of the sleeping tonic the king had given me, but I actually felt rested for once. I had felt so refreshed in fact, I had gotten up early and pestered the cooks for some leftover turkey that was going to be thrown out and brought it with us to leave for the wolf.
Owen flicked out his finger, knowing that I would demand for him to warm the food. But when he did, I was standing between him and the food, so his magic separated and went around me before landing at the meat.
“Did you know your magic would avoid me like that?”
He gave me a nod. “More like you were not the target, so regardless of your Iron Will, it knew to go around you and to the meat.”
“Oh.” I still had so many questions about magic. Like there were different colors that apparently took different forms as the lightning-looking magic traveled through the air.
“What?” Owen asked, evidently seeing my confusion all over my face.
“What’s your magic’s shape?”
He stopped walking and lifted his hand, palm up. The green magic came from his palm slowly and formed a large bear, that proceeded to charge around us before blasting Owen with a breeze of air that moved his hair backward. I would have also felt the breeze had I not been immune to magic.
“Aww!” I gasped. “You’re a bear, Owen.”
He glared at me. “Bears are powerful. Why are you saying it like I am something you wish to boop on the nose or hug?”
I giggled but then tried to stop as soon as I saw how seriously offended he was. “Bears are powerful. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you. I just think it fits you. Even if I do wish to boop you on the nose or give you a hug.”
