Twenty-six
Fiona Fallon
I woke up to find Nan sitting across from me. I was in a room filled with extravagant, antique furniture. “Nan,” I said, “what happened?”
“Oh Fiona! I’m so glad that you’re awake,” said Nan, “you went out to field and you fainted. You were hypothermic because you’d been out there so long without a jacket.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, “I shouldn’t have.”
She reached out and squeezed my shoulder. “It’s alright. I know all about what happened with Declan. Fiona---I know that I say that you should always do as royals tell you. But if you were lettin’ Declan do things because---”
I shook my head. “Nan, it wasn’t…”
“Don’t protect him just because he’s a Prince, Fiona,” she said, “if he hurt you, I want to know.”
“He didn’t do any
