“I truly don’t understand why you have to be such a drama queen sometimes,” Anne asked, closing the door behind her once more. She had all but lost count of how many times she had gone in and out of the Princess’s room.
That wasn’t the worst of all, either. The letter Zala so generously made her send to her brother had him laughing so hard that he messed up a document he was working on.
“That was me expressing just how deep my appreciation and love went. That was not dramatic, not in the least bit.”
Zala was clearly bored. She had moved from sitting by her window to drinking tea on her luxurious couch to her ever-empty bed. And that was where she was once again, spread out.
“What did he say?” She raised a questioning brow, brushing a stray hair from her face.
“He said to give this to
