~ ROWAN
I heard the music playing at the bonfire all the way from the palace.
I could picture the hanging lanterns and the children dancing around the fire like they always did each year; the races and the street food vendors lined up on the corner of every street.
I'd finished work hours ago, but I couldn't bring myself to step out of the house. It'd been years since the last time I attended, and although the guilt of getting my sister hurt had faded, my body hadn't forgotten.
I knew if I thought hard enough, I'd remember the panic and confusion I felt when the chaos began, but that wasn't what bothered me today.
There was something else lingering underneath my unease, something I couldn't—or wouldn't—put a name to.
"Your Majesty, the car is ready for you."
I blinked back my thoughts and turned to the guard who stood in the doorway to my office, hands clasped behind his back as he concentrated on the floor.
