After the engagement party concluded, which was less than a party and more of a gawking session, I returned to my bedroom.

The queen’s attendant tossed a large suitcase trunk on the bed right next to me. “It’s already packed with what you’ll need.”

I didn’t care about any of that. What I needed was my sister.

Yes, I was relieved to have finally signed the treaty and secured the marriage alliance, but what I wanted most ...