Cordelia's grip on Jessamyn's hand tightened, her fingers trembling slightly. Jessamyn sensed her hesitation and assumed her fear to face Louis.
But Cordelia corrected her.
"Will you attend the next tea party I host?" Cordelia asked, her voice soft but urgent.
Jessamyn blinked in surprise. "Uh… Yes. If I am in town, I will," she replied, taken aback by the seemingly trivial request at such a serious moment. The man who had just beheaded someone without a second thought was waiting for her, and yet here she was, lingering over tea party invitations.
"And can I write to you?" Cordelia continued, her eyes pleading.
Jessamyn nodded, still watching Prince Louis from the corner of her eye. He stood there, his hand outstretched, waiting for her.
"I am so glad I found you today," Cordelia said, pulling Jessamyn into a tight hug.
