FREYA
Melania smiles, preparing to put the ruby tiara onto my head…
“No,” I say firmly to that and the maids look at the two of us in shock.
“I am afraid I have to insist,” Melania's voice cuts me like a steel blade, “All outfits and jewellery were approved in advance weeks ago and…”
“Weeks?” I exhale through my nostrils, feeling that my heart is racing like crazy, “I agreed to this trip days ago! How in heavens did you manage to approve what I should be wearing weeks ago?!”
“Well,” lady Melania doesn’t even flinch at my words, “If it weren’t you, we would find a different partner for the Crown Prince. He can’t appear alone. And he sure as Rupture can’t appear with someone who doesn’t compliment him by her look! So, since you agreed to this… “trip”… after all, be so kind an
