Chapter 286 A Telling Dinner

• Amval
• I stay at the racetrack until every single joust—each of them less and less well-attended after Ingrid and Kaloni leave—are done. Mostly, I stare blindly at the dirt, replaying the moment of Ingrid’s impact in my mind.
• Everyone in the crowd knew that was a hard fall. She clearly didn’t know how to land it well, her spine hitting the dirt a heartbeat before her skull. In the moment after, when she just lay there perfectly still, all I could see was Mother and Father’s carriage flipping.