Chapter Fourteen
“You look lovely, darling. If a bit morose.” Queen Regan looped her arm through Brea’s as they made their way down to the banquet hall for the big Iskalt send off.
“Griff left without saying goodbye.” Brea had decided to play the part of a lovesick teen. She’d seen enough of the girls’ theatrics back home to pull it off here.
“Don’t worry yourself, dear. I sent him on an important errand that just couldn’t wait. He had little time to prepare, much less make time for a romantic farewell. He’ll be back soon, and we can talk about wedding plans. I’m so pleased you’ve agreed to his proposal.”
She made it all sound so normal and romantic, like he’d actually gotten down on one knee and popped the question. In the back of Brea’s mind all she heard was what would Myles say abo
