Seventy-three:
Princess Sirena
“I can get you out,” said Antero.
“Out of where?” I asked.
“Out of the dungeon,” he said, “all you have to agree is that you’ll be with me.”
I laughed. “Do you really think so low of me that I’ll sleep with you for my freedom?”
“I’m not asking you to sleep with me for your freedom,” said Antero, “I mean, if you agree to sleep in my room, I can get you out of the dungeon. Don’t you want to sleep in an actual bed?”
I was being pinned into a wedding dress that I had reluctantly chosen. It was nothing like the one that had been fitted for in the palace. Jeanette, the seamstress, had talked merrily while she sewed me into it. She had told me that the dress was made up of different wedding dresses. They had had to take donations from people that lived
