Page 127 of Stolen Crown


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The floor was dirty and wet with blood. I looked down to make sure I wasn’t wearing my wedding dress yet. I would hate to get it stained in this tiny cell with all that dust and blood.

A shiver went through me as I thought about walking into my own wedding with a dirty dress.

I almost laughed at the thought.

A princess marrying the king of the Unseelie wearing a dirty dress... What a thought!

My future husband got up. He didn’t look at me as he turned away, ready to leave.

The guard outside opened the door for him.

Lady Queill met my gaze with a smile.

Wipe away those tears princess, her voice rang inside my mind, a welcoming intrusion to the usual thoughts roaming in there. We don’t want your eyes to look puffy at the wedding.

Of course, no one would want that. She was so wise.

Yet, I was confused.

When I raised my hand to my cheek, I saw that she was right.

My cheeks were wet.

That was funny. Why would I be crying?

They had to be tears of joy.

Yes.








Chapter 29: Feremir

“This is it?” I asked as we stopped in front of a large manor.

“Yes,” Aislinn said.

“I didn’t expect it to be so...”

“Fancy?” She smiled.

I nodded.

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