I can’t believe I’m doing this.
While waiting with Cerulean on the docks I spot Princess Marilla and Duke Creed. I clutch tightly to the purse in my hands and hold my head up as I approach them. Cerulean lingers behind me as emotional support.
I take a deep breath, “Princess Marilla, Duke Creed.”
They turn to us as the crew from the ship grabs all their belongings and loads them onto the boat.
“Hello, royal consort Islet.” Duke Creed says tipping his hat. The wind shifts his hair uncovering his scar.
“Hello, Islet.” Princess Marilla says. She’s on edge seeing the two of us here. Her hands gently wrap around the arm of the duke.
“I’ve come to say goodbye, and make amends.”
Princess Marilla quirks a brow. “Shouldn’t it be I, who need make amends?” she asks.
“If you feel that is necessary.” I say.
She frowns.
I rub at the back of my neck. ‘This is coming out wrong already.’
Cerulean gives my hand a squeeze.