Epilogue
“Trystan, I have something to say to you…”
Rissa shook her head. No, that sounded wrong.
“Brother, you know I love you, but…”
Her voice rang foreign in her ears as she paced from one end of the room to the other.
He wasn’t going to be okay with this. With her request. Would he agree to it?
Her heavy steps echoed off the stone floor, and she flattened her palms against the lace bodice of the gown they’d stuffed her in.
She couldn’t breathe.
In. Out.
It was too tight. Her fingers clutched at her chest. How was she supposed to get through this day if she couldn’t breathe?
She stopped near her bed and sat down. When she tried to lean forward to put her head in her hands, the corset squeezed so hard she worried her eyes would pop right out of her head.
Her bright hair, the c
