Chapter 118
Ella
After the whole ice incident, my mates had turned to me and pulled me out of the room.
“Let’s get out of here,” Nikolai had said, slinging an arm around my shoulders with far too much ease for someone who had just watched me turn a five-hundred-year-old table into a glacier.
And before I could ask where “out of here” meant, they had already summoned a maid.
She was a tiny, nervous-looking thing with braids and a clipboard, and she curtsied so low I thought she might snap in half. I barely had time to blink before she was tugging me toward the dressing room in my chambers with a rack of pastel fabrics trailing behind her.
“We need something fresh,” Aidan said from the doorway. “Nothing that says ‘I can freeze your royal banquet.’”
“You’re not helping,” I muttered, ha
