“Harriet, where is Bella?” Cedric’s voice is harsh. “If she doesn’t arrive within two minutes, have the guards drag her over here.”
Thirty seconds later, the door of the sitting room opens, and Bella walks in. She takes one look at the designer, Cedric, and the clothes on the ground, and stiffens. “Whatever lies she’s telling you, don’t believe her, Cedric.”
“Shut up.”
Bella falls silent, shooting me a hateful look.
“Well, now that we’re all here, I would like to know why you chose to dress the queen in such rags.” His voice is hard as he looks at the designer.
The woman wrings her hands. “I was only following orders, Your Majesty.”
“Whose orders?”
“The queen’s, of course!” Bella says quickly, only for Cedric to roar.
“Did you not hear me the first time? Shut up or I’ll rip your to
