Clare ran until she found a willow tree with branches so long they almost touched the ground. It was a perfect hideout as she was not ready to talk to anyone. The girl sat under the tree, breathing heavily. Lord Lucas was right. It was way too much to take in one go. Apparently, the last months of her life were a complete lie. The only thing that made her happy was the fact her father was not in actual danger. He never betrayed the Crown, not that she believed that.
But the rest of the information overwhelmed Clare. Bride of the Prince! How could they come to this conclusion?
The sudden sound made her jump. Clare frantically looked around, but she could see anything suspicious. Then, some instincts made her look up.
Sybilla was sitting on one of the branches, looking at the night sky
