Dinner was quiet for a long while. I couldn’t help the feeling that something was off. I watched the king glance around the table at his children between bites of food. Jacob didn’t seem to notice the strangeness, though. He continued to eat like nothing was wrong. But my stomach was twisting and making it hard to eat.
“What’s wrong, Bri?” Queen Linsey finally asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
King Alvin looked up at me. “Are you sure? You’re looking a little pale.”
Jacob stopped eating then, reaching up to press the back of his hand to my cheek. “You don’t feel warm.” He turned to his parents. “She’s perfectly fine. If there was anything wrong, I would’ve noticed.”
“Because you spend all day studying your fake fiancée?” Rory muttered from the other end of the table.
“Our engagement
