Chapter 11

After Aidan told me to get the children off the training field, I took Asta to the dining hall for a late lunch and walked Will back to the kitchens. Our trip to the garden maze would have to wait. According to Asta’s schedule, she should have been eating lunch a while ago.

Once they were both settled, I went to find Cordelia and told her about the curtain Asta had burned that morning. She barely reacted, already halfway into the storage room before I finished talking.

Apparently, a five-year-old setting fabric on fire didn’t surprise anyone in this castle. She came back out with a heavy bundle of clean fabric and dropped it straight into my arms.

“Replace them while Asta is eating.”

So much for thinking I had nothing left to do today.

Ten minutes later I was back in Asta’s bedroom, staring up at the blackened remains of the old curtains, still hanging in scorched strips from the rod. Taking them down was simple enough. Hanging t