24 Adelais was the first to knock on my door the next morning. I jolted up from my makeshift window bed, breath catching in my throat. Panic filled me. I stood and quickly wrapped the cloak around myself to avoid having my true identity being seen. “Milady, are you awake?” Another knock. I lifted the hood so it rested over my matted hair and made for the door. “Oh!” Adelais pressed her hand against her chest, startled by my appearance as I pushed the door open. I imagined she hoped I would have taken her advice by leaving my coat for the servants, but I didn’t. The furs were my second skin. “The prince wishes for you to join him for breakfast in the dining hall,” she said flustered as she tried to push herself into the room, but I stood in place. “I shall come to breakfast once I’m r

