Seventeen
I was so tired from our night at the Opera, I fell asleep, using Apollo’s shoulder as a pillow. If he minded, he didn’t show it, and we were wrapped up together for the entire evening. I assumed we would be going back to the palace, but I’d forgotten the most important part of the whole weekend.
The engagement photos.
Our engagement was now going to be announced, and it was now more important than ever. With a revolutionary leader back from the dead, looking for revenge, we didn’t have time to waste. According to Apollo, our whole stay that weekend would be photographed for posterity. History books and such.
The country estate was only about an hour or so from the city, surrounded by green farmland. There was a small village, with a church, a pub, and a few shops but it w
