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Michaela could hear her breathing behind the mask. Her heart thumped like a drum.
She walked on, at Rinaldo’s side, every step bringing her closer to the man responsible for all the grief and heartbreak in her life.
She barely noticed the features of the palace, although she assumed they were rich and luxurious. She kept her eyes on the thick plush rugs she walked across with the white woolen shoes Jara had made her.
Rinaldo spoke to guards who let them pass.
Michaela never could have gotten this far by herself.
She thought about what it would feel like to finally look this king in the face. She had imagined the moment for so long.
Would he smile at her? Scowl? Would he say anything? Or would he sit there on his throne as if he were a god and treat Michaela as if she were no mor
