Chapter 20
Dread was piled like a lump of coal in the pit of Senya’s stomach, enough for her to lose her appetite even in the presence of the palace’s glorious food. She poked her potatoes with a fork, letting out a sigh as she thought about the events that had unfolded the night before. “Hey.” A hand blurred across her vision. Senya blinked and looked up to see Liane’s worried face peering back at her. “Senya, are you alright?” “Huh?” Senya said dumbly. She shook her head to clear it. “Oh, yes. I’m sorry, were you saying something?” Liane frowned. “You haven’t even touched your food. Maybe you should skip the ball tonight as well.” It sounded tempting. If she did, Senya could avoid an engagement with Tyrion and be with Alton. But she couldn’t do that. Not after promising Prin
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