Horns sounded. Men mounted horses and grabbed weapons. The ladies settled into their seats, fans at the ready.
And I sat there, heart pounding, watching as the Duke guided Maximov toward the forest. Cassian mounted his massive panther, still wearing his smile. Lord Adrian checked his bow, shooting me one last hopeful look.
This is going to be a disaster.
An absolute disaster.
And I have a front-row seat.
The men disappeared into the forest, leaving behind a cloud of dust and the thunder of hooves and paws.
The Emperor turned to the assembled ladies with a warm smile. "While the men hunt, perhaps you ladies would enjoy the Embroidery Circle? The pavilion has been prepared."
Embroidery?
I exchanged glances with Lady Clarissa, who was trying very hard not to laugh at my expression.
"That sounds lovely, Your Majesty," Arabella said sweetly, standing gracefully. "Come, sister. Let me show you."
Trap. This is absolutely a trap.
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