Poppy’s POV
The past week has been full of meals with Erik, always chaperoned, of course. My father wasn’t pleased to hear that Erik had snuck into my bed chamber last week, so he increased nighttime security and had a chaperone with me at all times.
A guard even stayed in my sitting room all night.
But I suppose desperate times called for desperate measures.
I couldn’t believe that Erik and I were getting married tomorrow. Our mothers had completely taken over all the wedding preparations. Opting for us to spend time together instead of wasting it planning.
Not like we had much say in it anyways.
I’m sure whatever they decided would be wonderful. It didn’t matter much to me. The only thing I was responsible for was making sure I got fitted for my dress and that Erik got his cherryreed berries.
Done and done.
There was a knock on my bed chamber door and it opened as Dot stepped inside. It’s like she could feel my anxiety across the palace. “Hey, Poppy,” Dot said.