TWENTY-ONE
Rosamond's morning sickness returned with a vengeance on the morrow, as if to punish her for spending the night in her husband-to-be's bed. She endured it, as she knew she must, until finally she managed to choke down some small cider that did not immediately come back up.
With Agnna's assistance, she dressed in a pink gown that reminded her of the one she'd worn to the tournament on the day Warin had won the melee. A fitting gown to wear to the palace, where she would do battle with her father for the right to marry Warin.
As it was almost noon, Rosamond decided to attempt to eat the noonday meal before she left. She would feel far better with a full stomach than an empty one, she knew.
Feeling every inch the princess, Rosamond announced that she would take her meal in t
