Elene stared at her reflection and frowned. She was glad she was allowed to wear pants again, but the uniform of the Imperial guards was making her uncomfortable. The clothes fit perfectly—except for the jacket, as her left arm was still heavily bandaged, and she couldn’t push it through the sleeve so she had to keep it in a sling running through her neck. At least she had managed to put on her shirt by herself instead of asking a maid for help.
Still, it was what Kassian had wanted, and it was a small price to pay for his trust. And if she could win the Emperor over by proving to him she was truly on their side, all the better.
Giving herself one last look in the mirror, Elene left her room and headed toward the Emperor’s office for her shift. She tried her best to ignore the looks she
