Twenty-nine
In the morning, we were woken by Miss Wardell. She stood over us. “Keeping her safe, your highness. Very good.”
Everly shook her head. “I just wanted to make sure she was alright.”
“That’s all well and good, your highness, but the Princess needs to dress and so do you.”
I stared at her. “I thought I wasn’t a Princess. I thought I’d been kidnapped, corrupted by the Guillotine, and that was why Orion was being hung for treason. Because he fed me false lies.”
“He did kidnap you,” said Miss Wardell, “but the King thought it would be best for everyone to know exactly who you are. It was announced this morning your real identity. And that the Royals were the ones who brought you home in an effort to keep the revolutionaries from persuading you to side with them. They arran
