The coachman urges the horses forward and we pull away from the gates. I raise my hand to through the window in a weak wave. Grace waves her hand as well, and smallest smile touches her face.
And then they are out of sight.
I take a shaky breath and wipe the tears from my cheeks. Makeup dusts onto my fingertips. I do my best to smear the makeup back on to my skin, but I fear I'm only making it worse. My disguise needs to be intact in order for me to get through the castle gates.
I take a few shaky breaths and try to gather my thoughts. But then I think of Grace and tears gather in my eyes again. I shift my eyes to the window in attempt to distract myself.
At first the street slips by quickly. But the closer we come to the center of the city, the slower we travel. Townspeople clog the s
