“I would like to compete as well,” Norok exclaimed.
I was glad he showed interest as it would mean Mother would most likely agree. Anything Norok wanted, he would get if
Mother deemed it important for him and of course, for our family's image.
“Perhaps we could do something then, Sirius. Especially if our sweet son wants to be involved. It would be a great way to
show off his skills.”
And there she was, already doing what I guessed she’d do. Throwing in her ‘idea’ as if it were her own and giving Father
some food for thought. I would most likely be ordered to start arranging everything by the end of the day.
It would not only give me a chance to show off my skills, but I would also be distracted from thinking about my uncle and
his crimes against me. And perhaps I would be able to see Lord Cole again.
“Alright, I will think about it. For now, you three are excused. I can see how boring this is for you.”
Father waved us off and Norok was already down the throne steps towards the side curtain to escape. It took me a minute
or two to catch up with him. I wanted to ask him more about Lord Cole and to see if he had seen or heard from him recently.
Also so I could possibly ask him about his opinions on Dorian. I knew he had some dislike for him, but I never knew how
deep that dislike was. Calling out to him, he stopped in the corridor and held his hand out to me, like he used to do when we
were kids.
“What a wonderful idea you’ve had, dear sister. How on earth did you come up with it?” He asked as he linked my arm
into his as we walked slowly down the corridor towards the courtyard.
I had no idea where Talia had run off to once we left the throne room. She always had a way of disappearing.
“I read about it in one of my books. Our family used to host jousting competitions a long time ago, and perhaps, we should
bring them back. Lady Gelda will be able to give you her token, a show to everyone that she deems you favour.”
“Ah, and you shall give Lord Cole yours.”
A blush appeared on my cheeks as I thought about it. I had already decided what handkerchief I was going to present him,
and I was going to make sure to spray on some of my rose petal perfume, to remind him of me.
“I don’t know what you mean, dear brother.”
Norok held back a laugh as we made our way through the garden doors and out into the beautiful spring fresh air. The
garden staff were still trimming away at the hedges and making sure each and every pot of flowers were trimmed to perfection.
“To think, this time next week you will be a married man.”
“Oh, don’t remind me,” he groaned.
“Do I sense cold feet?” I teased.
We stopped at one of the many featured fountains in the garden and sat on the edge. This one depicted a beautiful swan with