"From your secret admirer." Was written at the end of the parchment.
Claire sat upright and reread the letter. It didn't look like the King's careful scrawl, neither was it Zach's - his handwriting was rather messy.
Who else could have possibly addressed such a note to her? Uncle Jarren? It
his usual illegible scribble. Lord Aldrich? She didn't know what his handwriting looked like.
If it was him, was he so smitten with her?
Already?
She folded the parchment and buried it underneath her pillow.
After hours of scanning the hefty book line by line, she found out… absolutely nothing.
Maids had come to light candles but she barely paid them any heed.
His case had to be either unique or carefully undocumented.
Andon had almost said it… if only she could squeeze the truth out of him.
There was a knock on her door.
"Come in."
Candle light spilled through the little corridor that led to her bedchamber.
"Claire? Are you asleep?"
