*Ella*
I hear someone squawking my name… my actual name, not Anastasia’s… and turn around to find Luna Wrethe waving from the edge of the maze. Henry is wearing a madly fashionable violet and green striped day dress with a little ruff edging the bodice. As I come closer, I see that it’s a good thing that ruff exists, or Henry’s breasts would be entirely open to the air.
“Darling!” Henry calls. “Come here this minute… what on earth are you doing cavorting out on the lake with that prince? Your little turnip of a betrothed is wandering around looking like a dog who’s lost his bone and that, as much as anything, has convinced them all that you’re really your tart of a sister. Of course, they think the prince is trying to steal your virtue.”
“Hush,” I say. “Someone will hear you!”
“You can
