“So tell me about this prince?”
“Yes. The one who broke your heart.”
“Am I that easy to read?”
“No. Not at all. I just happen to be able to see more than others.”
“He’s not a prince.”
“Of course not. I didn’t mean that literally.”
“He’s my best friend.”
Evadna didn’t reply.
“So what happened? What did he do to you?”
“He did nothing to me.”
She gave a disbelieving scoff.
Evadna shook her head. “I assumed too much is all.” As Riki opened her mouth to reply, Evadna cut her off. “And that’s enough talk about my feelings.”
“Whatever you say, princess.”
Evadna curled her lip in disgust, making Riki chuckle.
As Riki lied back onto her bed, wrapping herself in blankets, Evadna contemplated her new partner. Riki had wavy, short-cropped brown hair and a pale, freckled face. Scrappy. That was how Evadna would describe her. Scrappy and strangely insightful.
Evadna’s last partner had left on a mission, leaving her with an empty spot for her superiors to fill. Most people at the Follows worked in pairs. After two years living and working at the Follows, Evadna had been entrusted with a new recruit. If she did well, and Riki excelled, Evadna might be able to convince her superiors to let her go on a mission. She needed the experience.
Hearing Riki snore, Evadna smiled softly to herself and pulled out today’s letter. Her best friend, Lord Albin, or Alby as she preferred to call him, wrote to her on a frequent basis. She hadn’t had the time to read his latest correspondence yet, and after Riki’s unusual show of insight, the last thing she wanted was for Riki to see the evidence on her face as she read his letter.
My mother charges me to give you her love and to tell you that she misses you and enjoys your letters. I told her she could say so herself when next she writes, but she demanded it of me even so. And now, my duty done, I have leave to say what I like. Stateshead Manor prospers, you’d be glad to hear. As I frequently complain to you, it’s frightfully boring without you here. Jaxon is no fun to play with. He frowns so and speaks ‘logic’ as to why a thing should not be done, as if that’s important. And don’t go telling me I’m a grown man and must behave like one. You know if you were home with me, we’d go on a mad romp of one kind or another. I miss you, Eva. I know why you’re there and why you insisted on leaving. I know, but most times, I don’t care. Please don’t ask me again not to tell you how I feel. I’ll go mad if I keep it to myself. You’re my witch, Eva. You promised.
Father is still frequently away, on his political campaign. Running things in his place, though it keeps me busy, is dull work. I think your life at the Follows is far more interesting. My days are filled with meetings, paperwork, negotiations, etc… Jaxon takes pity on me sometimes and lets me beat him up, though he’d call it practicing. His swordplay is improving. He might be able to give you a workout when you return.
I am sorry to hear your partner has left you. I know you two got along really well. Maybe your next partner will be even easier to get along with. Must hope for good things. When is the next tournament? You must enter this time. You’re ready. I know you are. Show them all how amazing you are. I know, I know. I haven’t seen you in two years, how could I possibly know anything? But don’t forget, I know you. You, Eva, can do anything you set your mind to. Always have.
Keep me posted.
With a sigh, Evadna folded up the letter and put it away. She’d write him back in the morning.