Chapter Twenty-SevenThe rainbow coatl was sulking iables when Harmony visited. Bowe didn’t like being away from Prince Adriy more than necessary. The pet of her pet, there had been some time pting what that meant for her retionship with the magnifit beast. It didn’t help that there was that awkward attempt to cim the serpent, whided up with her boo the prince. After seeing the rge poops Adrieeded to up, she decided it was best to separate herself from it a him hahose tasks without her help. One of the bes of being a dy had to be no longer needing to handle so much shit.

  “Bowe, do I o go and rescue Adribsp; Even massaging the bond with her undead pet, it was hard to get the details he coatl would have more insight into how the prince was feeling.

  Bowe uncoiled enough to let an eye peer out. “He is not in danger, Lady Healer. But he is lost and would not want to burden you with his problems.” The feathered serpent's voice came out a gravelly rasp. It was also a dozen more words than she’d heard Bowe speak ever. They usually spoke through their bond with Adrid he reyed the information.

  “Like he wouldn’t drop everything to help you. We share that same kind of bond. Would you like me to go and help him?”

  Bowe rippled with disfort. Harmony wasn’t involved right now. The idea that the healer could get into trouble was somethiher wanted. Humans were hard to read. Yet this smaller one radiated determination. No wouldn’t be enough. It would o forbid it. Addy dispaired. Addy felt alone. Unmoored from their litter. But he wasn’t alone and never would be. “Yes.” They rasped out.

  “Don’t worry I’ll take care of it.”

  Asking Adric’s pet had been a first step. Getting firmation that he needed help. If there was any sign that he’d be home soon Bowe would have said no. This strained family iion would take more time. Even as a prih authority to his hey hadn’t reized him after all these months despite his return. That couldn’t be a good sign. It was time to see what influehe Challenger of Haz’ el Ri, the opener of the Asdant Games, the first risen dy of Hazeldown had other than attrag annoying dinner guests.

  With hours until dinner, Harmony called her crew to help with pnning.

  “Ambrosia, I don’t happen to have any invitations to visit where Adric is being held?”

  There was o ask if she knew where Adric was at. Harmony’s pet was whisked away. Of course, she was going to keep tabs on them. “We have none for the pace tower. I have Bates write a request to visit and send it through the proper els.” That response came with a knowing look.

  Harmony had seen that game pyed before. All that meant was that it could be accepted at any speed the pace wanted. Sihere wasn’t an outstanding invitation it was unlikely she’d be able to visit soon. Could Princess Rosalihem an invitation? Harmony was loathe to lean on that e, even if there might be some guilt she could leverage around the handmaiden i.

  “Any way I use the fact that he’s my pet to get them to return him?”

  “With the ission having so much power. There are a lot of ws arous, their rights, and such. Many wyers focus o w as a specialist practice. While intelliges aren’t unique, Adric is. Legal proceedings could be started, but I’d expect the retaio take all our funds.”

  Pet w? Crazy. You’d think there would be a simple requirement to returo their bohey haven’t eveablished if Adric has been dehe ability to leave. It was entirely possible the idiot felt he was staying there for her prote. That, disappointingly, was the most likely situation.

  “Let’s see if we make tact first. Seers to Adric to see if we get a response.”

  Ambrosia grimaced. “I’d already seers after he icked up to them. Both under your name and uhe staff auspicious of needing his schedule for pnning. There has been no response.”

  Without inf her? Harmony activated [Poise and Bearing] to keep from snapping as tress and internal flict reared their heads. It was Ambrosia's job to keep track of the situation. If she hadn’t cared for a few days or hours and Adric arrived home despite the ck of respohere would have been o aggravate the situation by inf her of needless stresses like the ck of properly being able to schedule Adric for the day.

  “If I get close enough I might be able to use my bond to figure out what is actually going on.” As much as she’d like te up there and bang on the door demanding answers. That wasn’t the polite way to aplish things and likely would ruin her first attempt at meeting more than just Adric's favorite aunt. There also had to be trust that he knew what he was doing. Well, maybe not that. But at least it would help to know what is rolling around in his adorable head.

  Sir Maxwell cleared his throat from his er of the room. “There is a private gathering happening in the sed-floor ballroom tonight at the pace tower. It’s not a I’d expect Adric to be at. We don’t have an invitation but plus ones are allowed.”

  “Then we have a party to crash. Parties are easy to slip into.”

  Sir Maxwell interjected. “It’s not that kind of gathering. It’s a recruitme for the temples. Kind of a ce for talented individuals to heir css or profession in that dire before their first evolution. I was going to try for it if you refused my service.”

  Harmony tried to picture the rge pink-haired knight doing his noble service for one of the temples. While she stifled her giggle Ambrosia did not.

  “What? I would have shaved.” His hands stroked his braided beard protectively. “I’m very hoo be in your service, Lady White.”

  Temples were one of the few things Harmony agreed with her mother on. Not the kiowards neancy gars. “Where does that leave me? I ’t see them being very accepting of dy maid Harmony White, neancer.”

  “They’d be a fool to refuse you if that is where you wanted your path to travel. But sidering yoals it would be best to go inito. Anonymous applits are not unusual. I wouldn’t have suggested it if it wasn’t possible.” Max finished.

  Pure madness. “And in the worst case sario, my identity is uncovered?”

  “Another round of wild specution in the papers,” Max answered with a shrug.

  “It’s not like you care about how the gossip rags portray you. I think I could create some iing songs around it if it does happen.” Ambrosia cajoled.

  her ealing. There was still time left. “Let’s see if we e up with somethier?”