Chapter 120
- [Carnelia]
- I am up to my waist in layers of silk and taffeta, exhausted, hungry, and heartsick.
- “Can you remind me why we need to endure this?” I ask Ona as a maid tears through my curls. Wincing, I try not to flinch as she abuses my scalp. I have never liked being forced into the courtly ideas of royal beauty, and yet here I am being trussed up to be presented at a ball I do not even want to attend.