The coronation day.
A young woman clad in her ceremonial gown sat in the carriage and it had been several days already since they were travelling from the Marmoreal to the Castle of Hearts. But today would be the day she arrived, and though she would never admit it aloud, her hands were cold as she rubbed them together.
Leaving her own place was—she shut her eyes and forgot the scenario.
Once she left the Household of Lockhart, there was no longer the need to return. She would never, oh, she was sure she could go back and visit them if she wanted to. But whether they would allow her back in the lands? Would he even look at her? The man hadn't even watched as she set off of their house.
And it wounded her heart.
But this was the only way.
"Rosalyn—"
