“Do the two of you need a moment?”
I looked up, confused, not understanding what the Queen had meant by that question. I even looked around, making sure that it had indeed been me who she had spoken to, and just as before, there was no one other than the three of us here—the three of us being Marcel, the Queen, and I.
“I don’t believe that that is necessary.”
My eyes snapped to Marcel, who stood across from the Queen and I, his eyes glued to me in the same manner that mine were now glued to his. I was surprised that he had answered, since he had barely said more than a handful of words since I had spoken to him about this entire ordeal yesterday. It had almost felt like he was avoiding me—correction, it had felt like he was avoiding me, like he was only speaking to me becau
