The following day, Arabella received a simple note from the Crowned Prince – asking if she would allow him to take her on a date. She had reluctantly agreed, knowing that she would have to get this awkward confrontation over and done with, sooner or later. As everything had begun to settle down with the Rogues – as they were currently planning a number of reconnaissance missions to the unknown South Easterly compound – she decided that it would be best to talk to Alaric now, before everything became chaotic again.
She had decided to wear a simple black dress, reflecting her sombre mood as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Delores bustled around behind her, completing the finishing touches to her outfit.
“I’m scared, Delores.” Arabella suddenly burst out, wringing her hands nervously,
