Chapter 33
The Yule Feast was upon us in a heartbeat. While I was apprehensive about a repeat of last year’s debacle, my worry over Neeve and fretting about how to encourage her to act friendlier toward Prince Kian distracted me from that worry.
I donned my new gown, wishing that Thorne might see me in it. Alas, there would never be an excuse for me to wear my court finery into the forest. I banished the foolish thought and resolved to put Thorne out of my mind. At least for the evening.
Sorche did her best to braid and tame my hair. When she was finished, I studied myself in the mirror.
“You look lovely, miss,” the maid said.
I gave a slow nod. I didn’t want to appear too fine, of course. Yet something was missing. I carefully pulled my Dark Elf pendant out from beneath the neckline
