*Rowan*

I shoved another piece of bacon in my mouth and chewed it. The dining hall was beginning to be draped in streamers and fabric, the structures assembled that would eventually hold the endless greenery and florals that were going to decorate the palace for a wedding that would never happen.

Genevieve's note was folded in my pocket, but I felt like I could still see it. I loved the hurried scrawl that marked each of her notes, the way it made me feel as if she ...