OCTAVIA'S POV
"Well, you most certainly seem so excited about this ball of yours and stuff," Out of the blue, Nickolai's voice rang through the air.
I turned to see him leaning against the door, arms folded over his chest.
"Oh, please go on; do not let me interrupt this charade you have going on," he added, pure sarcasm in his words. I stared at him blankly, moving my gaze towards him and away from him. It did seem like he didn't quite understand the dire situation we were in at the moment.
"What do you want, Nickolai? I think the orders are clear; there will be a ball in about an hour and you aren't dressed yet," I asked, tilting my head a bit, uncertain of how the entire royalty thing worked out.
Was I dressed way too early? Perhaps it was my driven mind, determined to h
