It was quiet in the throne room of the castle of a kingdom called Daventry, in a rare moment when business was not being conducted, and Alexander sat on the steps to the dais, pouring over some collected papers. He wore a frown of deep concentration and concern on his face; he had done his best to try to put together some of the things Rosella had ( Read more... )

The move into the cabins had put Alexander into quite a brooding mood, one he couldn't quite shake by the time Saturday rolled around, either. It had nothing to do with the cabins themselves; the conditions of the cabins were far superior to what he'd been used to, and even the cold weather didn't bother him much. No, his maudlin disposition was ( Read more... )