CHAPTER TEN
The next morning, Etta’s dress dragged along the ground as she trailed the prince and Anders through the labyrinth that made up the palace. She stepped on the hem, catching herself before pitching forward and uttering a curse. Camille provided her with a few worn dresses belonging to one of the servants. None of them were truly her size, but the princess didn't seem to care.
Her icy demeanor fit much better with Etta's opinion of the Durands than Alex's flirtations or Tyson's more youthful exuberance. The princess had it in for Etta.
Being inside the palace again had Etta's skin crawling with nerves. Since leaving when she was young, it had represented an enemy, a fear. Now it was supposed to be her home.
Alex demanded she accompany him to a meeting in the throne room. She'
