MORGANA CEROVIC was going to kill me.
If eyes could kill, I would be three times killed by her stare, only it would look like an accident. No one would believe such a graceful and elegant Queen would ever dare hurt a peasant like me. She would be too supple, too nimble, and too classy to ever do something like that. I couldn’t even think about anything else other than the fact that her eyes alone were enough to make me want to dig a hole and bury myself inside.
As I walked down the elongated aisle in the dining hall, Rosalie’s wish to have everyone’s eyes on me was successful. I could feel their eyes staring daggers into the back of my head, making me squirm uncomfortably on my feet. There were people whispering, murmuring words that I wished I hadn’t caught, but the fact was, they were
