Chapter 11 : Making An Appearance

Poppy’s POV

After the longest week of my life, it was time for the Autumn Ball and I was not looking forward to it. I would be expected to entertain Eirikur, drink watery cocktails, and dance with other nobles. It was not my definition of a good time.

But, like always, I put on my mask. Smile and nod. Even though I would much rather shoot arrows through targets and drink the good stuff out of my father’s liquor cabinet.

Eirikur has been on my mind since I saw him at the pit fights. The only time I had seen him and he didn’t look like an elven storm cloud. He almost seemed charming. Until he started to crawl his way under my skin again.

He lived there like a worm. Wiggling around. Constantly irritating me. And when I thought he had wiggled his way out, he came right back.