Reina’s POV
Ariana got to dress me in the next twenty minutes and when I stood before the giant mirror before me, all that pulled out of my lips was a smile. A brilliant one at that. I looked so elegant in my special outfit.
“Thanks pretty much, I felt I needed to show gratitude even though they were my enemies and pissed me countless times. “What’s next, am I walking to the hall where breakfast is served?”
Like I knew.
She nodded. Julian as well. The nervousness which had earlier revisited me came rushing on me. “I hadn’t been trained on royal protocols, what should I do?”
Julian stood there indifferent while Ariana brightened her face, she was happy. I could see it. They wanted me to leave them alone. The stolen glances, winking and consistent chatting while we proceeded to the R
