EMBER
The first child of trouble reared its ugly head when Nada spilled tea on the white dress that Ember had chosen to wear for the little luncheon she was hosting.
That is, if she could still call it little.
Between Nada's repeated apologies at the disaster that she caused, and Eris' constant fiddling with her hair trying to put it into the shape of something worthy of the most eligible spinster in Thalor—
—Mistress Cecilia's words, not hers,—
Ember buried her eyes in the intricate chart that showcased the top families of Thalor. Slowly studying and taking them in just because.
The events before and after her kidnapping incident flooded her mind despite the chatter around her. Everything had happened fast up until Cassian's removal as the crown Prince. But not so fast enough that Ember would forget the very important details.
