Illyra had tried to catch a glimpse of the Blossom King and Lamb Queen when they arrived. Skylar had been too crafty, though, and he’d stationed guards everywhere she might get through.
He’d told her he didn’t want the others knowing she was alive. Without any further explanation, she didn’t know what he was trying to hide. As his prisoner, she didn’t exactly have the luxury of arguing.
She’d practically been restricted to her room for three days.
That is until Sabriel showed up with a new dress box and a matching, smaller box.
“What’s all this?” Illyra asked, fingering the wine-red ribbon on the dress box. She hadn’t seen the color in so long and it lit up her room and her heart.
“Skylar always wraps up these diplomatic visits with a large feast and masquerade ball,” Sabriel explained. She cut the ribbon off the box.
“And he’s letting me go?” Illyra asked, dropping the ribbon.