Chapter 11
Evelyn didn't bother with the formality of a knock, pushing the heavy doors open and strolling into her father’s chambers. Eileen was already there, lounging in a velvet chair with the relaxed air of someone who had already survived the first wave of royal questioning.
“Evie, there you are,” King Duncan said, his face lighting up with a genuine, warm smile that he usually reserved for his daughters and his grandchildren.
“Daddy, you asked for me?” Evelyn replied, her voice softening as she returned the smile.
“I sure did,” Duncan said, gesturing for her to come closer.
“What’s up?”
“With the Solstice festival coming up in a couple of days, your mother needs you and your sister to get fitted for your dresses. She wants to ensure the silk is weighted correctly so your wings
