The Princess and the Noble's Secret Heart

Previously

…I dipped the quill in the ink, the dark liquid swirling like a nascent secret. I would reply. I would arrange this meeting. For the sake of the kingdom, of course. And for the sake of the Sentinel, whoever he truly was. The sky, I thought, was indeed the color of possibility. And today, it seemed, that possibility was about to lead me down a most unexpected path. The Midsummer Ball, and Prince Theron, suddenly seemed a distant, less pressing concern. My true destiny, I suspected, lay not in the pronouncements of kings, but in the hushed whispers of history, and the guarded heart of a man I had yet to truly meet.