Rosemary's POV:
The sound of chatter around me comes to accompany the crunching of fresh snow under my feet as I walk, determined to put as much distance as I can from the museum. Something came up, huh? I don't know why I felt the need to blurt that out in her presence. I just knew I had to get as far away from her as I possibly could. What was her name again? Devana… She's one of the candidates to the throne, if I remember correctly.
I shiver but not at the cold gnawing at my skin, the thought of that piercing gaze she gave me alone does it.
Though her stature suffices, I am sure, she can command fear in people in many other ways. Not exactly in the same way Lucian can, but I'd rather not spend too long in her proximity to find out.
I'll still need to talk to Kamaria after this. I meant my words when I said I'd make it up to her.
