The King Has a Fiancee?

Emory

I take a bath, soaking in notes of rose and lavender, letting my muscles relax as much as they will after the hellacious day I’ve had. King Kane had suggested taking a nap, and that does seem like a good idea, but I know I won’t be able to sleep. My mind keeps puzzling over everything that’s happened. How, exactly, did I come to be here? At what point did my father reach such desperation that he was willing to trade his own child to his enemy to pay off his debts?

I can’t say, and by the time the water has cooled, I have decided it’s futile to keep going over such questions in my head. What’s done is done. Now, I need to figure out the rest of my life anew.

I get out of the tub and dry off with the most luxurious towel I’ve ever felt in my life. The maids have brought in all kinds of lotions and creams, as well as all sorts of makeup and hair accessories. I’ve never been one to spend too much time on my appearance, but Nellie already told me she’d be happy to help me get ready f