I spend the rest of the day in sniffling silence. Grace still follows me around like a perfect lady in waiting, but it’s clear that there’s something between us. Multiple times I try to gather the words to say something, anything to make it better, but Grace refuses to hear me out. Laure, Emilienne’s lady in waiting, arrives as well. She must know what is going to happen to Grace. She sends sympathetic glances to Grace every few seconds, but I think it’s only making Grace more afraid.
Her shadowing presence only reminds me of what has happened to Emilienne, and Grace’s future. She doesn’t do much, wordlessly lagging behind.
After supper, the guards come for Grace. She doesn’t put up a fight, wordlessly striding away with them.
She doesn’t even bother a final glace towards me.
I can’t t
