Chapter 125
Emmaline
It's 3AM.
I'm sitting cross-legged on the silk sheets of the guest chamber, patting Im Lina's back as she tries to breathe through another wave of panic. Her hair is a mess, the careful braids already undone from how many times she's tugged at them.
"It's okay," I murmur, rubbing circles on her back. "You're fine, breathe, in and out. Tomorrow is just another day—well, a day where you'll be dressed like an empress and married off in front of half the fortress—but still just a day."
She makes a strangled noise that's somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
Daelan went off the moment we arrived, probably to wrestle Choi Jihun into sense if he's pacing like a caged dragon somewhere else in this palace.
"What if I trip on the steps?" Lina blurts out, clutching at my sleeve.
"What if I faint and they think it's some kind of bad omen?!"
