“Princess,” April knocked on Regina’s door before entering. She had a large plate in her hands that was covered with a cloth. Olivia lifted the cloth cover off to see what April had brought when she smelled something delicious.
“Violet has sent these over for you,” April placed the plate down on the table. Regina sat on the sofa as she glanced at the sweets, dried, and fresh fruit that had been placed artfully on the plate.
“Was all of it sent by Third Prince Farrell?” Olivia asked curiously. The entire pack was busy preparing for the wedding that would take place tomorrow.
“Yes, Violet said she wanted to share these with the Princess. She’s sad that the Princess is under house arrest,” April tried her best to sound forlorn.
Regina noticed that her eyes were searching every crevice
