Dani
It's been two weeks and we still haven't heard anything from the king; this was getting me all worked up. I sat by my bedside mirror as I watched my maid style my hair.
“Your grace, are you okay?” she asked, noticing the worried look on my face as she raised her gaze up to me in the mirror.
“I'm fine, Rosetta; I've just been a bit worked up lately,” I replied.
“Is it because of your wedding?” she asked, making me raise my eyebrow in awe.
“How did you know about my wedding? I'm sure Dad hasn't mentioned anything yet to anyone about it,” I asked sternly.
“I'm sorry, your grace, but I might have eavesdropped on your conversation with your dad weeks back,” she said, bowing her head in apology. I heaved a deep sigh before I continued.
“And how many people have you told about it?”
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