Rose sat still as the maids, Chelsy and Isla, helped her prepare. The air around her was so tense that the girls didn't even try to converse with her. Rose preferred that—she was too anxious to indulge in any form of conversation. The girls seemed to think she was still upset about what had happened during the day, and Rose didn't try to correct them.
She had casually told Welma she was speaking to the crown prince, but truth be told, it wasn't as easy as she made it sound. The crown prince wasn't someone she wanted to owe any more favors to, because at this point, she might never get home. But if she didn't try to find a solution against the Queen, she would indeed never get home.
She slowly stood up after they were done with her hair, and Isla helped her wear the robe. The young girl tied a sturdy rope, and Rose smiled at her as she pulled away. She wondered if Isla had explained the situation to her younger sister, or perhaps the child had figured it out herself.
