CHAPTER TEN
Around Sebastian, the preparations for his wedding surged ahead, regardless of how little he wanted them to. He wanted to be able to have time alone, to grieve properly for everything he had lost, but instead he had…
“Your highness, forgive me, but if you are not still I cannot take your measurements,” the tailor said. The man had the aggrieved look of someone who already had far too many preparations to make in too short a time.
Sebastian had seen plenty of others with that look in the last day or two. There had been poets and musicians commissioned to produce the official works that would mark the occasion, servants who were to be responsible for dressing the hall, cooks who were arguing over the details of the wedding feast, and more.
Sebastian knew he was supposed to ha
