Anwen

After breakfast, I give Kieran my notes. Floyd was nosy, as usual. The king and queen of Sundrop Gem seem to lead together. Prince Castor seems sulky. Nessa isn’t trouble.

Kieran hums thoughtfully. “And Princess Estrella? She seems smart, involved.”

“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth.

“You don’t like her.” It’s not a question.

Relief washes through me. If people think I hate her, perhaps they won’t have to stick around. “Was it that ...