Celeste
Inside the keep was chaos.
Servants were flying between rooms carrying linens. Blankets were being stacked. A wing of the castle was being hurriedly rearranged to accommodate the extra soldiers Darien was calling back from his outposts for when Adonis’s word came. Everyone had a task.
I did not.
I took a stack of blankets out of a servant’s arms.
“Where do these go.”
“Oh—Princess—“ The girl blinked. “The room across from the mid balcony. But please, I can—“
“Let me.” I managed a smile. “I need something to do.”
I walked the blankets down the corridor. The room across from the mid balcony was dark, the curtains drawn. I set the stack on the foot of the bed. I hugged a pillow off it, absently, because I wanted something to hold. I sat on the edge of the bed.
Just for a momen
