Prince Terra pics me up, as usual. He is not suspecting anything, and we spend the trip in the carriage mostly in silence. He talks about how this prospect has done this, and that prospect has done that, but I only shrug when he wants me to comment.
“Are you already becoming tamer?” I hear him sneer beside me. “You are unusually quiet today. Are you accepting your fate?”
“No, I didn’t sleep well, and I’m saving my energy for this wretched ball,” I assure him, not even bothering to look in his direction.
“I think you are biding your time,” he complains. “You are certainly dressed up for drama today. It’s beneath you, but you will reap what you sow,” he says with an angry frown, and I smile for the first time in front of him as I straighten my dress.
“I don’t know what you are talking ab
