Curiously, I stepped out into the hallway and began to round the corner, not wanting to be seen by any of Klaus’s guests. As I meandered closer to the doors of the front room, the collection of voices grew louder. How many household members had come with the princess? A strange, familiar voice began to speak, though I couldn’t make out what they were saying. A shudder ran down the length of my spine as I approached the doors and pressed against the wall to listen. I knew that voice.
“. . .the princess ran away, at the cost of the entire castle burning to the ground. The König is lucky to be alive.”
My hands began to tremble as I curled them into the fabric of my skirts.
They weren’t talking about Foix de Lille. The König is alive . . .
I moved carefully, peeking into the room to see Lo
