EMORY'S POV
After tidying up for the night after dinner, I finally made my way to my room, where Sally was already sprawled on her bed, clearly ready to call it a night.
Her gaze immediately landed on the bag in my hand. "What’s that?" she asked, tilting her head curiously.
I pulled the contents from the bag and held it up for her to see. "My uniform," I said flatly. "Apparently, I’m serving at His Highness’s grand ceremony."
Sally’s initial giggle quickly faded, replaced by a frown. "He’s making you serve? Seriously?"
I shrugged with a wry smile. "You’re surprised? Really? Come on, Sally. He hates me. It’s practically his full-time job."
"You’re right. Anything that makes you miserable, he’ll go for it," Sally agreed with a sigh. Then her eyes narrowed as she grabbed the uniform fro
