The thought of being cramped in the carriage box with him for hours was enough to send shivers down her spine, she thought as she pounded up the stairway.
Aurora was in the room, staring out the window.
Since their clothing was damaged, they had nothing to pack.
"You seem upset. Did you fight with the King again?"
Fight with the King? For once she did not. She was struggling to hold on to her anger for her dear life - it was the only thing that had stopped her from laying at his feet and begging him to believe her innocence.
And even despite her anger and resolve, she had given in to his touch.
How foolish could she be? She wondered.
Claire grunted and plopped down on the edge of the bed, wincing when it creaked loudly.
He had seen her give away the necklace… and if she were to judge by the look she had seen in his eyes, he wasn't happy about it.
