Kelsey walked into the king's chamber on jelly-like legs. She struggled toward the massive bed, silently blaming the sheer size of the room for every extra step. When she finally collapsed onto the mattress, she felt as though her very soul was leaving her exhausted body.
She hadn't even had time to think about her husband these past days—Emmeline's training had been rigorous to the point of cruelty.
She regretted asking what she needed to do at the banquet.
Are you good at hiding your emotions?
It was a strange question, and Kelsey hadn't been able to hide her confusion or surprise. Apparently, she would need to keep a straight face and remain perfectly calm in front of the delegates—no matter what happened.
