Rosamund
Every person in the great hall rose to their feet.
The sound of it was like a wave. Chairs scraped against granite, fabric rustling, the faint murmur of conversation dying in an instant, replaced by complete silence that the herald's voice still echoed through the hall.
I was still standing in the open space facing the crowd, alone. My mouth still shaped around the first syllable of my name.
I gaze settled on two figures approaching from the door. Whoever they were, they must have commanded a lot of respect for everyone in the hall to be on their feet except the King and the Queen.
As the figures drew close, my eyes widened with shock as I recognised one of the figures. It was Jennifer.
