“Oh, dear. What a predicament.” Sariel sighs. He’s irritated just as much as the second prince is. Out of nowhere, you were brought to the palace to marry Prince Chevalier. Of course, he won’t be going through with it; the sheer idea was enough to annoy them both.

So while Chevalier finds and disposes of those who tried to match-make them, the court minister has to figure out what to do with you now.

Sariel slides a teacup of milk in front of you after stirring in a tiny dollop of honey. “Drink while it’s still warm.” It’s been a long time since a child has been in the palace let alone a girl. He feels out of practice with how to talk with you.