Prince Terra pics me up, as usual. He suspects nothing, and we spend the trip in the carriage, mostly in silence. He talks about how this prospect has done this and that prospect has done that, but I only shrug when he wants me to comment.
“Are you already becoming tame?” he sneers at me. “You are unusually quiet today. Are you accepting your fate?”
“No, I didn’t sleep well, and I’m saving my energy for this wretched ball,” I assure him, not even bothering to turn my full attention to him.
“I think you are biding your time. You certainly dressed up for drama today. It’s beneath you, but you will reap what you sow.” For once, his emotions slip through as he frowns at me. I smile as I straighten my dress.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I flutter my eyelashes. “Is there someth
