Cindra’s POV
The gown whispered against my skin as I sat perched on the edge of the bed. Scarlett paced back and forth, bombarding me with questions. Her skirts swished around her. I wasn’t sure if she was going to start generating sparks or bounce around with excitement.
“What was she wearing? Did he really reject her? Do you think it’ll mean war? What happened after he rejected her? Did they really all come with swords? Everyone’s been talking about it, but the few people who were there won’t give up any more details. Apparently, Queen Bridget is in a mood and throwing a tantrum in her rooms.”
She scoffed. “Probably stuffing her face with pastries, too. If there’s going to be war, how long do you think we have? Is it enough time to leave the castle?”
She kept going, but I couldn’t ans……
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