Verania
When Verona came to my room to ask me to have dinner with her, I was shocked.
“Rasmon isn’t here,” she explained. “And I enjoy spending time with you. Come, we’re having casserole. It’s my favorite meal.”
I liked Verona’s company, too, so I followed her all the way to the dining room. Lucan was seated at the table and I had to admit that my heart soared at the sight of his face.
If only I were allowed to spend time with him…I’d love that.
“Verania!” he exclaimed when he saw me. I sat right next to him, and he came in for a little hug. “Where have you been this whole time?”
“Oh, just a bit busy.”
The cook brought the food to the table, and we started to eat.
“How’s your back?” Verona asked in a low voice so he wouldn’t hear it.
I nodded. “It’s completely healed. I’m fine now.”
“That woman,” she spat as she cut into her meat. “I know she did it on purpose, and I have no clue why my nephew believed her. He can be so blind sometimes.”
Daringly, I said, “Maybe he just wanted a
