I glanced up just in time for my face to be enveloped in a mixture of red and gold fabric. Just as suddenly, two hands gripped my shoulders and pushed me back. Lifting my head, I caught a glimpse of the shine of a golden mane. What was he still doing here in the capital?
Count Estonia frantically inspected my face, asking, "Are you alright? I heard about last night."
"Uncle, I am fine," I assured him, forcing a smile to my face. "More importantly, where did you hear that?"
"A group of maids were whispering about it," he replied. "I do not think they were palace maids; I did not recognize them. That aside, are you sure you are alright?"
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Uncle."
Breathing a sigh of relief, the count took his hands from my shoulders. He bent over, as if th
