The Queen wasn't entirely keen at first, especially given the rumors swirling around Gallatin College, a neighbor school to Archambault, a few years ago, but you convinced her in the end. Besides, you argued, Asher would be with you. With her protection, there would be no danger. Eventually, she gave in.
When you hugged her goodbye this morning, you breathed in her familiar orange-blossom perfume; when would you have the chance to see her again? She blinked away tears.
"I ought to be used to this, from when Josiane went to university," she said. "But don't worry about me. I'll write to you within the week."
She turned to smile at Asher, who was already dressed in her flying gear.