Saraphina's POV
I was everywhere at once, my leg burned as we prepped for the banquet of peace. Every faction was going to be present.
Veronica kept sending me everywhere, from the kitchen to the halls where everything was being put together. I was more than tired, but I couldn't stop. I didn't have the right to.
I rushed to her chambers, my breath ragged.
"My queen," I bowed my head, not wanting to meet her gaze that was sharper than a knife.
“You’re late,” she said, her voice sharp like broken glass.
“I was held up in the kitchen,” I replied quickly, trying to keep the tremor from my voice. “There was a delay with the wine delivery, and the guards—”
“I didn’t ask for an excuse, you stupid thing.” She cut me off, turning slowly to face me. “I asked for my perfume. Did you bring it
