Cleaning the key, she looked at it and didn’t trust the situation. Looking at the stairs and back at her plate, she decided not to do anything. He was cruel enough to give her a key that wouldn’t work and then stand there and laugh at her trying to escape.
She finished her dinner and left the plate with the key on it outside the cell, before lying down on her bed. Sleep soon took her away where her dreams took her far away from this place.
***
Planning a festival, inauguration, and ball without the guest of honour knowing was tough enough. When the guest of honour was a nosey monarch, it made things even tougher. When she wouldn’t let the best dressmaker in the city out of jail…
It became impossible.
“We can’t let her out.” Brenton huffed on his way to the library.
“I understand wh
