Chapter 38
It was what it was. His family. His life. His world.
But his world had a sea-prince in it. Who liked currant buns and sarcasm.
He listened to his mother ramble on, and took the last piece of blueberry tart before his brother could, though he relented and put some of it on Duncan’s plate.
He did bring more cheese down to the shore. And potatoes. Which he’d roasted, slowly, with some herbs. His merman nibbled and smiled and approved, which Peter appreciated.
Time passed, as time tended to do. Only two weeks more, now.
The Queen would be on the road north, a slow perambulation of royal progress through rain and old faded historical forts. There’d be new trade negotiations, new seafaring policies, a shifting balance of power that’d extend beyond the Northern Isles and out to the Continent. The Sea King would speak to Queen Lyssa first because Cadence Bell was persuasive, but the implications were bigger than their sea-washed kingdom alone.