Chapter 18
To my dismay, the outfit Galtus Celcio sent for me to wear to the service was an exact replica of the Sister’s robes.
A servant delivered it, knocking at my door, then spreading the armfuls of scarlet cloth over my bed before taking their silent leave. I stared at the robes, stiff with their elaborate embroidery of flames, and felt my stomach twist.
I couldn’t wear those.
Striding to the bed, I pushed the garments aside, then turned to my wardrobe. It wouldn’t be the first time I refused to dress for the part someone else had decided I should play.
After shuffling through my clothing, I decided on the blue gown I’d brought from Raine. I donned it, then braided my hair tightly to keep the red curls from running wild. In a final act of defiance, I set my gold crown atop my he
