The next day, Prince Bertram’s arrival at my chambers was what started my day. I’d just put on my veil when the court ladies announced that Prince Bertram was here and I sighed in relief as I told them to let him in. Arkin may not have a problem seeing me without a veil but Prince Bertram might feel differently so it was better to be safe than sorry.
However, when he saw me the smile on his face fell and turned into a frown. “Why are you wearing that?”
“Wearing what, Your Majesty?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes. If the King and Queen caught him doing that they would be sending him off to lessons in etiquette and decorum.
“Don’t address me like that and I’m referring to your veil. You weren’t wearing it yesterday while you were training with Arkin,” he said, disapproval evident in his
