Anaisa trailed down the hall, turning a corner and resisting the urge to hurry further away from where Barnabas and Denholm were meeting with the royals.
Distaste filled her mouth, but she was exceedingly glad that Sapphira was getting the final say over who she would marry. The woman's recounting of the meeting with Ben left the maid-turned-companion with a fair amount of hope that romance could blossom between them.
Another forced marriage where love would have to come later.
The auburn-haired woman sighed, making her way to the kitchens. She felt a huge wave of relief that she had told so much to Sapphira. Now, someone else knew her burdens, her fears, and her hopes.
Sapphira had of course been horrified and fascinated by Barnabas's plot against the crown, but she had almost been more interested in Anaisa's feelings for Trace.
Strong feelings, hampered by the inability to trust him entirely.
