The wedding preparations were the only thing the servants talked about in the coming week.
She hadn't seen the King in seven days. From what she heard, he wrote to Andon very often, and once to his family. Even a letter was specifically addressed to his bride.
But none was sent to her.
She wasn't surprised, but it didn't stop it from stinging.
At least, he was hale and hearty enough to write letters to the people he cared about - even if he never wrote one to her.
Rory began walking again, her limping fading as the days went by.
The healer had come and gone, refusing to share his results with her.
All Lara and her girls talked about was the bride's dress and how much better it would have suited her instead of the young Lady Plumette.
Speaking of the woman, Lady Plumette appeared to be a sweetheart.
She always spoke gently and respectfully to everyone.
Even to her.
