*Serena*
I turned away from the window, my hands brushing against the fabric of my gown. Was I presentable enough? Would Prince Malcom take me seriously, or would he see me as nothing more than a desperate human girl, pleading for scraps of mercy?
I moved back to the mirror, smoothing down my gown and tried to tame my curls once more. My reflection stared back at me, and I felt a flicker of doubt.
But I couldn't let it stop me.
Taking a deep breath, I adjusted the shawl draped over my shoulders and turned toward the door.
I clutched the edges of my gown, my thoughts racing as I made my way toward the garden. The idea of speaking to Prince Malcom made my stomach churn with nerves, but I had no other choice. If there was even the slightest chance he could convince the evil king to spare my parents, I had to take it.
