The following days were a rapid succession of parties and events held all over the city. Most were hosted by other prominent citizens, giving Lark a chance to mingle with the most influential members of her new kingdom.
Now she stood nervously behind the large, closed double doors of the palace’s ballroom, waiting to be announced for the final occasion of the week. The boring cream walls and purple trim actually felt familiar and comforting at the moment. The festivities were being wrapped up with a large banquet held in the palace’s public dining hall and ballroom.
“Are you okay?” Shamira asked with a chuckle.
“Just nervous.” Lark tried to still the wobble in her smile. “Snowy, leave my shoes alone.”
Snowy kept running around, testing the length of the leash she clipped onto. Lark was
