Audrey sat at her vanity, dressed in diamonds, her hair half-pinned as her lady-in-waiting stood behind her, brushing the last strands.
"Your Highness," she said, hesitantly. "I have something to report."
"Go on."
"His Grace and Miss Ashworth were seen coming from the east wing a few nights ago. My source said they looked very serious."
Audrey's hand paused, the diamond earring, hovering near her earlobe.
"The east wing?" Audrey asked.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Audrey wore the earring and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
The east wing? The part of the castle that had been sealed for five years. The place that holds Austin's worst memories.
Why would he take Alina there?
Alina had already entered into every part of the castle: the study, the library, the sewing circle, even the intelligence office. But the east wing was different. It was where Cecily, his sister, had died.
As Audrey stared at her face in the mirror, an old memory surfaced.
