Chapter Four
Brea
“Good morning, my Lady.” Alona let herself into Brea’s bedroom the day of her wedding. In a fit of paranoia and distrust, Regan had taken to locking Brea in her rooms for the last week just to keep tabs on her.
“There is nothing good about this morning, Maid-Girl.” She still wasn’t supposed to know Alona’s name.
“Where are you, my Lady?” Alona whisper-shouted.
“Under the bed.”
“Why?”
“Seemed like a good hiding place.”
“Are you always so strange?” Alona peeked under the bed.
“Pretty much.” Brea tucked her blanket around her, wishing she could just stay in her cocoon.
“We have a busy day ahead, best to get on your feet.” Translation: I’m sorry you have to go through with this, but I’m here for you. Over the last few months, Alona and Brea had learned to communicat
