Chapter Twenty-Nine
Shadow slowly sat up, pushing the bedding aside as dread pooled in her. She wasn’t looking forward to another day of boredom and being reminded how useless she was by the court ladies. She eyed the dress laid out on the wooden chest at the foot of her bed, wishing she could return to wearing Irlan’s old clothes. Her eyes closed as she tried to force herself to feel some enthusiasm. There had to be something seriously wrong that a week of castle living made her yearn for the army. There were probably a million people who’d jump at the chance to change places with her.
She forced herself to her feet. They weren’t going to have her hiding in her room. Brisa already thought little enough of her as it was. Yanking her soft linen nightgown off, Shadow slipped the dress on.
