Theora felt like the ground opened under her feet, and reality hit her like a train. Breorion De Boreal. The young Duke, Breorion De Boreal. Orion. Why hadn't she realized before? She remembered Princess Pristine mentioning her 'zoo-obsessed' cousin Breo. She had seen the name, probably, in one of the many genealogical trees with countless other names she'd been forced to swallow for the past months. She had literally been told there was no stable hand named Orion at the House De Boreal... Because his full name was Breorion, and he certainly was no stable hand.
A violent mix of fury, mortification, and disbelief hit Theora. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel, but it felt like a brutal slap in the face, and she wasn't sure which part was the most upsetting: Orion being a high-ra
