“Your escort grows impatient, your Highness,” said Gelwyn.
“Let them shuffle their feet and grumble under their breath all they like. I won’t be moved,” said Atalanta. “We will wait for King Marcus’ reply. He was told to send his letter here, so here we must remain.”
“I think they fear your father’s wrath. He is no doubt anxious to have you back.”
Atalanta stifled the urge to ask, “Then why didn’t he come himself?” She knew it was a childish thing to think. S...
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