She was rather proud of herself for not having cried during her fight with Tobin. She'd refused to give him the satisfaction of a single tear.
She also managed to make the walk to the library look like a leisurely stroll. When a steward stepped in her path and humbly requested a word, Celia held her smile and listened to his request patiently.
Princesses did not shoulder charge their subjects out of their paths, even when they really wanted to.
Damn, she thought. Even Mother would be impressed by my poise today.
Unfortunately, Celia's regal composure crumbled the minute she saw Lucas.
She'd been desperately hoping he'd be in the library, that he'd remember her confinement ended today. To her immense relief, there he was.
