#Chapter 102 Under His Roof

Ember They give me the room next to Kaine's. Of course they do. Not the guest wing, not the barracks where a captain belongs—the room next to the Crown Prince, with a connecting door I intend to keep locked and bolted and possibly barricaded with furniture. A nursery is made up across the hall in a single afternoon, staffed with a nurse Kaine swears he'd trust with his life and two guards he swears the same of. Robert is given a healer's room three doors down and ordered, by the Prince himself, to rest until he can walk without bleeding. It's a fortress, and I can't fault a single arrangement. That's the trouble with Kaine—I keep waiting for the catch, the cruelty, the moment the fair man turns out to be like every other man who ever held power over me, and it never comes. He just keeps quietly building walls around my daughter and stepping back to let me stand inside them, as though my standing there is the whole point of the design. The first night, I don't sleep at all. I si