Our first stop--begrudgingly--is Lord Trenton's home. Evadne drags me along, and I am left with no choice to follow, as opposed to my original plans of stuffing my face full of the wondrous pastries made in the carnivals. And replenishing my weapons and getting a new belt.
Trenton's home is a humble, sprawling estate alive with music and laughter. The small courtyard is strung with ribbons and lanterns, a crowd of neighbors and soldiers mingling over wine, and too late do we realize we are severely underdressed for the occasion as Eva casually mentions that a mating ceremony is to be held in a couple of hours. Trenton's. To a woman named Katherine.
"Didn't think you would make it," Trenton says with a warm smile, crushing Evadne into his chest in a bear hug. "Katherine is losing it. Threw a vase at my head when I told her she didn't look fat in her dress. What the hell was I supposed to say when she specifically asked if she looked fat in her dress?"
