CHAPTER TEN
It was a long walk for Sophia back to the palace, not least because she spent most of it looking around, trying to make sure there was no one following her. With every step now, she expected someone to make a grab for her. After all, it had happened before.
It meant that, by the time she reached the palace, her nerves felt as tightly strung as a harp, leaving her glancing around at every noise as she made her way up to the gates. She tried not to think about the way she looked. The clothes she’d taken from the cart were better than the shift from the orphanage, but she doubted she looked much like the noble she’d been pretending to be anymore.
It didn’t help that her back was still in agony, and the long walk from the outskirts of the city hadn’t improved things. She wasn’t
