We stopped at a place known simply as the Traveler’s Inn. It wasn’t far from the castle. Nobles not invited to stay within the castle walls often slept there. I told Conner it was too fancy because they’d only expect people of wealth and influence to stay there. The irony amused me and escaped him.
“I am a person of wealth and influence,” Conner said, irritated. “My face is known, so I won’t have anyone wonder why I’m staying at a commoner’s tavern. And nobody will look at you, if you keep your head down.”
Mott stayed with Roden, Tobias, Imogen, and me, while Conner went inside to reserve three rooms for us. I wondered as I stared at Imogen whether she would run away if she had her own room, but then dismissed those thoughts. She had no money to support herself in a strange town, and besides, she would likely consider it dishonorable to run.
“Why bring us along?” Roden asked me after Conner had left. “Will you enjoy having us watch in humiliation as you’re declared?”
“He saved our lives,” Tobias said. “He brought us along to make sure Conner didn’t have us killed back at Farthenwood.”
“Tobias is right,” Mott said. “Cregan told me his orders were to kill the two boys left behind.”
Roden folded his arms and arched his head. “Cregan wouldn’t have killed me. He wanted me to become the prince.”
“That isn’t Cregan’s decision to make,” Tobias said.
“Besides,” Mott added, “you will understand in time that Conner’s decision was the right one.”
I flashed Mott a glare. That was going too far. He lowered his eyes and said nothing more.
“What’s she here for?” Tobias asked, nodding at Imogen. Then he smiled. “Oh. You’ll use her to convince the princess. Amarinda would never suspect her of lying.”
Imogen flushed and stared at me with hatred in her eyes. It was nearly the same accusation she had already made to me.
“After I’m declared, you’re all free to go,” I said. “All I ask is if there are any secrets between us, that you keep them.”
“I don’t believe you,” Roden said bitterly. “We’re too dangerous with all we know. So you’ll excuse me if I wait to see whether we walk free before I celebrate your generosity.”
“You’re excused,” I said, and slumped down again and closed my eyes.
That didn’t last. Conner returned only seconds later. “There are no rooms available in all of Drylliad,” he said. “It cost me more than three rooms combined to take the reservation of a man who should have arrived by now. Bribing the inn-keeper to claim his messenger never arrived to make the reservation was enormously expensive.”
“Only one room?” I asked. “What about Imogen?”
“She’ll sleep out here in the carriage,” Conner said.
“No, we will,” I protested. “A lady won’t be treated that way.”
“She’s no lady,” Conner said. “She’s my kitchen maid, whom you are in the process of stealing away for yourself!”
“She won’t belong to me any more than she should belong to you right now! She takes the room.”
A wicked glint sparked in Conner’s eyes. He smiled and offered a hand to her. “Very well, my dear. Come with me.”
I swatted his hand away and Mott sat forward, saying, “I’ll stay in the carriage with Roden and Tobias, to make sure there’s enough space in the room. You can give Imogen the second bed and hang a sheet for her privacy. Conner and Sage, you two can share the rest of the room.”
It was an acceptable compromise. Imogen didn’t seem happy about it, but it was the best of her options. She refused either my hand or Conner’s to help her out of the carriage, and followed Conner and me into the inn.
As we walked, I asked Conner why the inn was so full.
“Keep your head down,” he hissed. “The rumor of the deaths of the royal family has spread throughout Carthya. Everyone has come to see who the new king will be tomorrow night.”
“Are you still confident in your plan?”
“Less confident than I was,” Conner whispered. “I didn’t anticipate so much competition. You will have to do a very good job tomorrow in convincing them.”
A grin spread across my face. “Don’t worry. I will.”
