But she needed to go.
And she needed to wear the necklace.
She could feel that.
Whatever Donncahd had planned, she needed to play along. She couldn't just blindly defy him, especially when she didn't even know why he wanted it.
After all, the prince doting on the princess kept her safe, too. For as long as he felt the need to perform love and devotion to her, she could be sure he wouldn't want to execute her. Forcing his hand to show they weren't actually close only jeopardized herself.
No, as always, she needed to keep her head down and not draw attention to her plans to escape.
Fiadh, of course, was as clueless to her thoughts as ever, chattering excitedly both to Darry and her. "Let's get you dressed, then. We can't keep His Highness waiting, can we?"
The maid was excited, and it only seemed to make the feeling of dread in Rache's stomach even heavier.
Donncahd's dinner summons were not a request. It was a command.
