The deaconess looked lost for words as she walked over to me. Her mouth was opening and closing, like she didn’t know what to say or how to start.
“I guess you heard that I’m moving out,” I said.
“They had us sign contracts.” She frowned. “Promising not to tell anyone outside of the palace, about what is going on with you and the prince…”
“That makes sense,” I said. “I’m sorry to have to tell you goodbye, but I guess this is it.”
Rafaela stood there for a moment, still looking like she couldn’t bring herself to speak.
“Thanks for everything,” I told her.
“Miss Yena,” she finally said, “You must know, there will never be another princess like you again.” Her big, round eyes were filling up with tears
