If you've never tried writing a letter to the reigning monarchs of the human realm, let me give you a piece of advice: don't. Especially if your only qualification is "vaguely promising not to corrupt their daughter, who is, for the record, already better at corrupting me." No, really. She once convinced me to try carrot cake.
So it was with a healthy sense of doom that I handed the letter to the Nightthorn family butler (who, in my humble opinion, was both too discreet and too interested in my romantic life), and tried to focus on my homework: "Advanced Shadows: Five Ways to Weaponize a Hallway."
