“The king?” I repeated.

“Yes, the king! C’mon, let’s hurry.”

I stashed the flower Prince Warren had given me in a pocket in my dress and thought about what Brook was telling me.

The king was summoning all of the girls, and we were meant to make an appearance–and a good impression on him.

However, I was in no position to do that in my current state–not that it really mattered to me. If I had my way, I wouldn’t be interacting with any of them ...