I curtsy, hoping she can see my absolute hate through my mask of gratitude. It should be her in my place. I should be queen. I run from the room, tripping over my dress and wobbly shoes.
I find Antonin standing guard outside the door. William must have had all the commanders of the guards come to watch over this meeting. I run to him, no longer worried about discreetness. “I need to get Grace. Now.”
Antonin doesn’t ask questions, sprinting away from his post. I follow after him. We sprint down the abandoned staircase I used just earlier today.
Antonin grabs on to my wrist and pulls me through the dark corridors. I don’t know how he knows where he is going, but he seems to be sure.
“What’s going on?” He shouts.
“I have ten minutes, less than ten minutes, before Alexanne kills Grace and
