"Morning," he said, setting the tray on the nightstand. "I brought you food."

"I want to attend the wedding," I said without preamble.

Arthur froze, his hand still on the tray. "What?"

"Your wedding. I want to be there. Please." I hated the pleading note that crept into my voice, but I needed him to say yes. "I've been locked in this room for days. I just want to see something besides these walls. I promise I won't cause any trouble."

"Aurora, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Please, ...