Nora
"Are you all right, your highness?" Gwen's meek voice calls out from behind me. With my jaw clenched, I glance back at her callously. Is she seriously asking if I am all right? Do I look all right? Rather than getting to spend my morning with Flavius, I have been subjected to wedding planning. Why must I be the one that comes up with the menu for the banquet? I do not care what we will be eating. I cannot believe I am only a few days into it. I have no idea how I am going to survive the next two months. "I am perfectly fine. Thank you for asking." I bite out, glancing back at her through narrowed eyes. Without responding, she looks down at the ground, clenching her navy-blue dress in her fist. With a huff, I continue down the hall to my chambers. When I reach my chambers, I dismiss Gwen with a wave of my hand. Shoving my door open, I throw
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