Elijah nodded and leaned back into his chair. “I put the two of you in the farthest room from mine.”
“Excellent.” Lincoln winked at Nola, holding out his hand for her to take and leaving Elijah alone to think.
The castle servants spread out, helping the crew to their rooms, while Ella hurried to the last bottle of wine to top him off.
“You look as if you need another,” she said.
Elijah looked up. “Always taking care of me,” he said, taking a slow sip of his wine.“Has anyone checked on Janelle?”
“I did personally, Your Highness.”
He waited for her to tell him more.
“She’s been crying,” she said. “Don’t be a fool and go up there. She hates you at the moment.”
His lip turned up. “At least she’s consistent.”
Elijah dismissed the staff and picked up his last glass of wine for the night. The morning would change everything, and he prayed to the Gods he and Janelle wouldn’t kill each other before they reached Myloria.