The inn was modest, but it was close to the arena.
Nathan sat in his room, Moonlight across his knees, the wooden token with his number on the nightstand. The window looked out over a busy street, and the sounds of the city filtered in—merchants shouting, children laughing, the distant clang of a blacksmith's hammer.
He had spent the morning gathering information.
The royal family, he learned, had five children. The order was: girl, boy, boy, girl, boy. Princess Amelia was the first—the eldest. She was beautiful, beloved by the people, and rumored to be the kingdom's greatest asset in diplomacy. She was also, according to whispers, planned to be married off for political reasons. Not yet, but soon. Some said to a prince of Valdris. Others said to a noble of Solara.
