Tymor heard about what his little cousin had gotten up to and it had taken all the composure he had not to crack up laughing. One day, Genna would give Jaremy a run for his money in the mischief department.
He nearly ran into his aunt on her way out of the garden.
"Do excuse me, Your Grace," he said, forcing his face into a neutral expression. If looks could kill, he wagered a number of people around Kaelyn lately would be breathing their last breaths. He glanced toward the fountain briefly, then back at his aunt.
"I heard about the latest mischief. Since I've sometimes had to manage Jaremy when my lord father has been away and my lady mother has had more important matters to attend to, I have an idea that might help with my little cousin, if you would be willing to hear it."