Dawn came too soon. Simon extricated himself carefully from Hosier's embrace, dressed in his squire's uniform, simple tunic, sturdy boots, the embroidered crest of the crown prince on his chest, and slipped out before the other boy woke. Morning duties waited, and he didn't have the time to sit and play romance with Hosier.
The royal breakfast hall was already stirring with activity when Simon arrived. Servants moved efficiently, laying out silver trays of fresh bread, roasted meats, fruits, and spiced wine for the prince and his wife. Lucian sat at the head of the long table, dressed in a crisp blue tunic that brought out the color of his eyes. Rosaline was beside him, elegant in a pale green gown, her hair pinned with delicate pearls. She looked composed, but Simon caught the subtle tightness around her mouth.
