“Do you really know everyone here?” I ask her, when we finally find ourselves in a quiet corner for a moment. “Most of the important ones,” she says. “How in the Rot can you keep them all straight? And don’t tell me any princess ought to be able to do it.” She giggles. “My sister Vera used to forget the names of the High Council. It made Father so mad I think she was doing it on purpose.” She shakes her head. “I suppose I’ve always had a knack for it.” “I feel like a monster in a menagerie,” I say. “They all just want to stare at me.” “Let them.” She puts her hand on my shoulder. “You’re doing fine, Victoria.” “I’m not getting us any closer to what we need.” “This is just the beginning. The officers will be here soon, I think.” Just the beginning. Rotting wonderful. There’s food l

