Marina’s on her way to camp! And things are going to happen soon! (I know, I’m being vague on purpose!)
I haven’t written lately, because I hate riding in the open countryside. I was surprised when Papa said we weren’t taking a coach, though I’m not sure why. He said we’d move faster this way and also because we sent our coach to Brightcoast to throw off Brayton.
This all makes sense, but it does not make a week on horseback any more fun. We’re a days ride away from the camp now. Papa, me, and Count Caleb. We’ve met up with General Martin now as well, and another royal guard named Elodie Wills.
“You aren’t used to this,” Elodie said as we settled in to eat. I nodded. “It’s better at camp, I promise, nothing like the palace, I’m sure, but better than this.”
“Why are we doing this?” I asked. She smiled.
“Camp’s place is secret,” she shrugged, and pulled out a cloth to clean her sword, “we…
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